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THE    SONG 


OF    THE 


NEW    CREATION, 


^ntj  ©tjer  ptas. 


BY 


HORATIUS    BONAR,   D.D., 


AOTHOE  OP   "HYMNS   OF   FAITH   AND   HOPE. 


XEW  yorST 


ROBERT  CARTER  AND  BROTHERS, 

530  Broabway. 
1872. 


ilriss  of 

JOHN  WILSON   AND   SON, 

Cambridge. 


CONTENTS. 


PAGE 

The  Song  of  the  New  Creation 9 

The  Mountain  of  Myrrh 31 

Evening  by  Evening 35 

Homeward 38 

The  Coming  Reign 40 

My  Mother  Earth 41 

The  Year's  Last  Moment 47 

Divine  Discipline 49 

Return  unto  thy  Rest 51 

The  Purging  of  the  Temple 53 

Truth's  Ancestry 55 

The  Desert  Rock 57 

The  Glory  to  be  Revealed 60 

The  Eternal  "Work 61 

The  Hymn  of  the  Dark  World 64 

Laudate 66 

The  Mighty  God 67 

Divine  Acquaintanceship 69 

The  Cup  of  Cold  Water 70 

The  Last  Enemy 72 

Laudate  Deum 74 

The  Hidden  Cross 75 

The  True  Cross 77 

Doubt  not 78 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask 80 


VI  CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

New  axd  Old 82 

The  Heavenly  Anchor 84 

Let  us  Draw  Near 86 

The  Things  that  God  hath  Cleansed 89 

What  we  shall  be 90 

The  Stone  rolled  Away 92 

For  Ever  Perfect 97 

Show  us  Jesus 100 

The  Second  Death 102 

These  are  the  True  Sayings  of  God 103 

The  Light  is  Come 105 

Praise 107 

The  Fountain-head  of  Beauty 108 

Remember  Me 110 

Intercession Ill 

Taken  away  from  the  Evil  to  Come 113 

Relics  of  Love 114 

The  Fulness  of  the  Unseen 117 

Light  of  Life 118 

Wind-Songs 120 

The  Days  of  Thy  Youth 122 

Speak,  for  Thy  Servant  heareth 127 

The  Just  for  the  Unjust 129 

Furnace  Heat 131 

Bread  Enough  and  to  Spare 132 

The  Suppkr  of  Thanksgiving 134 

The  Supper  and  the  Advent 137 

The  Master's  Voice 140 

Human  Weariness  and  Divine  Rest 143 

The  Seamless  Raiment 146 


CONTENTS.  VU 

PAGH 

Creation's  Song 150 

One  Faith  and  Hope 151 

The  Eye  Opening  on  the  Cross 152 

Early  Saved 156 

To  the  Holy  Spirit 158 

Other  Gods 160 

The  Winter  is  Past 165 

Faith  and  Hope 170 

I  AM  with  Thee 171 

The  Drops  of  the  Night 172 

Who  is  he  that  Condemn  eth? 174 

Toward  the  Mark 176 

The  Eternal  Rock 178 

Lord,  increase  our  Faith 180 

Christmas  Cheer 181 

It  won't  be  Long 1£3 

Come  to  Thy  Temple 184 

Pentecost 1S6 

The  Cross- Wearer 188 

Thou  shalt  know  hereafter 190 

The  Coming  Creed 192 

The  Yoke  of  the  True  Master 194 

Be  Strong 196 

Beyond  the  Mists • 198 

Elijah's  Ascension 200 

The  Still  Small  Voice 204 

For  Me 206 

Know  ye  not  ? 207 

Linger  not 210 

The  Strength  of  Evil 212 


Mil  CONTEXTS. 

PAGE 

Tkansfoemkd  Darkless 214 

Up  the  Hill 215 

Watching  for  the  Master 216 

In  Him  was  Life 219 

The  Double  Stak 220 

The  Light  of  the  Risen  One 221 

Enter  into  thy  Closet 222 

Unbeginning  and  Unending 223 

Sabbaths 224 

Heavenly  Sunshine 228 

New-Year's  Hymn 227 

SURGITE 228 

Psalm  XXXVII 239 

„       XXXVIII 244 

„        XXXIX 247 

„       XL 249 

„        XLI 253 

„        XLII 255 

„        XLIII 257 

„        XLIV 258 

„        XLVI 262 

„        XLVII 263 

„        XLVIII 2G5 

.,        XLLX 267 


THE 


SONG    OF    THE    NEW    CREATION. 


Appropinquat  enim  dies 
In  qua  justis  erit  quies; 

Qua  cessabunt  persequentes 

Et  regnabunt  patientes. 

Dies  ille,  dies  vitae, 
Dies  lucis  inauditse ; 

Qua  nox  omnis  destruetur, 

Et  mors  ipsa  morietur. 

Old  Hymn. 


It  draweth  near ! 

That  day,  —  of  days  the  day,  — 
For  which  the  Bridegroom  waits, 

For  which  the  virgins  pray ; 
For  which  earth  sighs,  and  hastes 

To  greet  it  on  its  way ; 
Asking,  as  on  it  comes, 

Why  this  so  long  delay  ? 
It  draweth  near  at  last ! 

Who  shall  its  advent  stay  ? 
1* 


10       THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION. 

It  hastes  to  rise  ! 

That  sun,  —  of  suns  the  sun,  — 
Whose  rising  is  the  pledge 

Of  evil  all  undone, 
Of  darkness  at  an  end, 

And  heavenly  day  begun ; 
The  war  of  ages  o'er. 

And  the  last  battle  won. 
It  hasteth  to  arise. 

Its  glorious  race  to  run. 

It  breathes  o'er  earth ! 

That  balm-exhaling  air, 
In  heaven's  own  odor  steeped. 

To  a  sick  world  to  bear 
The  health  of  that  pure  realm, 

Where  sickness  is  not,  where 
True  life  has  its  abode, 

And  in  which  all  things  rare 
Flourish,  but  never  fade. 

Divinely  soft  and  fair. 

It  swelleth  forth ! 

That  song,  —  of  songs  the  song,  — 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION.       11 

Creation's  melody, 

From  harps  till  now  mistrmig, 
The  new,  sweet,  matin  hymn, 

As  yet  on  earth  misung. 
Poured  in  rich  burst  of  praise 

From  every  heart  and  tongue ; 
The  anthem  of  a  world 

Redeemed  from  woe  and  wrong. 

Behold,  He  comes ! 

And  with  Him  comes  the  love 
Which  makes  these  wastes  below 

Like  heaven  of  heavens  above ; 
When  round  His  central  throne 

Shall  all  creation  move ; 
No  atom  out  of  place, 

jSTo  will  to  swerve  or  rove ; 
Swayed  by  the  silent  breath 

Of  the  eternal  Dove. 

He  comes  in  power ! 

The  King,  —  of  kings  the  King,  — 
All  righteousness  and  peace 

In  His  right  hand  to  bring ; 


12  THE    SONG    OF   THE   NEW    CREATION. 

Into  the  last  abyss 

Each  rebel  crown  to  fling ; 

Time's  ages  of  misrule 

To  end  ;  that  now  may  spring 

Order  and  law  and  light 
Beneath  His  holy  wing. 

He  comes  in  pomp  ! 

The  holy  pomp  of  heaven, 
When  sin  is  at  its  height, 

And  earth  is  all  unshriven. 
Scorched  by  no  human  fire, 

No  cloud-begotten  levin. 
His  banded  foes  fall  back. 

Before  His  fury  driven. 
The  nations  of  the  world 

Into  His  hand  are  given. 

He  comes  in  light ! 

Girt  with  His  golden  zone, 
Arrayed  in  heavenly  white. 

With  light  his  pathway  strewn. 
Like  a  long-absent  Prince 

Returning  to  his  throne; 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION.       13 

No  more  disowned,  unloved, 

No  more  nnpraised,  unknown, 
He  comes  to  share  His  light 

And  glory  with  His  own. 

He  sjDeaks  at  last 

The  word,  —  of  words  the  word,  — 
"  Lo,  I  make  all  things  new ! " 

And  now  with  sweet  accord 
The  heavens  and  earth  obey ; 

The  imiverse  is  stirred 
When,  from  the  throne  of  thrones, 

The  potent  voice  is  heard, 
"  Old  things  now  pass  away, 

And  Eden  is  restored." 

The  foe  is  bound 

With  the  unbreaking  chain  ; 
The  spoiler  now  is  spoiled, 

No  more  o'er  earth  to  reign ; 
Purged  is  creation  now 

From  the  primeval  stain 
Of  the  old  serpent's  trail. 

Never  to  rise  again, 


14       THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION. 

The  prince  of  evil  falls, 

Slain  with  the  mighty  slaiQ. 

Death's  reign  is  done ! 

The  grave  gives  up  its  dead ; 
The  blessed  sleepers  wake, 

One  mth  theu"  blessed  Head. 
Life  triumphs  over  death. 

The  enemy  has  fled ; 
The  tyrant  of  the  tomb 

Is  now  a  captive  led. 
Upon  his  head  at  last 

His  daughters  visited. 

The  curse  is  gone ! 

The  blessLQg  comes  instead ; 
And  now,  where'er  we  go. 

On  hallowed  ground  we  tread. 
The  canopy  of  love 

Is  stretched  above  our  head ; 
The  son,  no  longer  curst. 

Is  like  a  garden  spread ; 
The  wilderness  re-blooms 

With  verdure  overlaid. 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION.       15 

AH  strife  is  o'er ! 

Ended  the  world's  rude  jar ; 
And  universal  peace 

Succeeds  the  age  of  war. 
Man's  pride,  and  rage,  and  hate, 

Have  gone  and  left  no  scar ; 
Of  all  that  laid  earth  waste, 

Nothing  remains  to  mar 
The  mellow  calm  that  rests 

On  all  things  near  and  far. 

No  sorrow  comes ! 

All  tears  are  wiped  away ; 
No  shade  of  weariness 

On  eye  or  brow  can  stay. 
Each  new  morn's  sweet  song  is 

The  song  of  yesterday. 
Faith's  future  wears  no  frown. 

And  hope  knows  no  delay ; 
No  cloud  of  unbelief 

Absorbs  one  heavenly  ray. 

New  heavens  and  earth. 
In  holy  beauty  bright. 


16       THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION. 

Arise  and  shine,  like  morn 

When  ends  the  clouded  night. 
New  heavens,  and  earth,  and  sea, 

Free  from  all  stain  and  blight, 
Spread  out  their  sparkling  robes. 

Their  raiment  clean  and  white ;  — 
O  region  of  the  pure. 

Land  of  unknown  delight ! 

Zion  awakes, 

Jerusalem  puts  on 
Her  beauty  and  her  strength ; 

True  city  of  the  Sun, 
Thy  light,  thy  light  is  come ; 

Ascend  thy  shining  throne ! 
Thy  warfare  now  is  o'er, 

Thy  enemies  o'erthrown ; 
Wave,  wave  thy  palm  on  high. 

Thy  victory  is  won. 

City  of  peace ! 

In  bridal  beauty  clad, 
Thy  day  of  mourning  done. 

No  more  thy  voice  is  sad. 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION.       17 

Thy  King  is  in  thee  now ; 

He  who  in  anger  bade 
Thy  foes  exult  o'er  thee, 

He  who  in  vengeance  had 
Sent  fire  into  thy  towers, 

Has  come  to  make  thee  glad. 

O  pleasant  land ! 

Land  of  the  mighty  too. 
No  cloud  remains  to  dim 

Thy  sky  of  stainless  blue. 
No  lion  shall  be  there. 

Nor  beast  of  prey  pass  through  ; 
Thy  fields,  and  vales,  and  streams. 

How  excellent  to  view ! 
Upon  thy  thousand  hills 

Glistens  the  holy  dew. 

The  storm  is  spent ! 

Faint-breathing  into  balm ; 
The  Master's  "  Peace,  be  stiU  ! " 

Has  wrought  the  blessed  calm. 
And  now  the  breeze  of  heaven 

Sighs  soft  through  each  fair  palm  ; 


18       THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION. 

The  voice  of  righteous  men 
Swells  out  in  each  glad  psalm, 

Praise  to  the  Son  of  God, 
Praise  to  the  great  I  AM. 

The  sword  is  sheathed ! 

The  spear  is  flung  aside ; 
The  gathered  hosts  disband, 

And  scatter  far  and  wide. 
Man's  blood  no  longer  stains 

The  river's  crystal  tide ; 
The  sky  no  longer  rings 

With  shouts  of  human  pride. 
'Tis  universal  peace. 

Each  note  of  war  has  died. 

Jehovah  reigns! 

And  now  the  nations  praise  ; 
The  Christ  of  God  is  King ; 

In  righteousness  He  sways. 
Over  a  happy  world, 

The  sceptre  of  His  grace ; 
The  khigdoms  all  are  His, 

His  strength  the  earth  upstays ; 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION.       19 

His  glory  fills  the  heavens, 
His  word  the  world  obeys. 

Jerusalem, 

City  of  sun  and  gold. 
The  dwelling  of  the  saints, 

Descendeth,  as  foretold. 
In  words  of  living  fire. 

By  Hebrew  seers  of  old ; 
Of  the  one  flock  of  God, 

The  everlasting  fold ; 
Earth's  tribes  walk  in  its  light 

And  glory  manifold. 

The  city  shines 

In  splendor  from  afar. 
In  the  round  firmament 

Like  a  new  burnished  star. 
Eternal  love  within ; 

No  din,  nor  strife,  nor  jar : 
For  all  of  every  clime 

Its  pearly  gates  unbar ; 
Peace  walks  its  golden  streets. 

Fled  every  sound  of  war ! 


20  THE    SONG    OF   THE    NEW    CKEATION. 

No  sun  by  clay  ! 

By  night  no  moon  they  need  ; 
Jehovah  is  their  light, 

From  mist  and  darkness  freed. 
The  Lamb  upon  the  throne 

Is  all  the  light  they  need ; 
He  to  the  wells  of  life 

Daily  His  own  doth  lead ; 
And  on  His  pastures  green 

Sweetly  His  own  doth  feed. 

Clear  flows  the  stream 

From  the  supernal  throne  ; 
Stream  of  eternity, 

All  heavenly  streams  in  one ; 
Whose  waters  carry  life 

And  freshness  all  its  own, 
With  immortality 

And  gladness  now  unknown. 
Upon  its  banks  are  heard 

The  songs  of  joy  alone. 

Blessed  are  they 

AYho  to  the  great  repast, 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION.       21 

The  supper  of  the  Lamb, 

Are  called,  that  they  may  taste 
The  heavenly  viands  there ; 

Who  at  that  table  rest, 
Drinking  in  all  its  love, 

Reclining  on  the  breast 
Of  Him  who  is  Himself 

The  Master  and  the  feast. 

No  night  is  there  ! 

No  shadow  ever  falls 
Upon  thy  golden  streets. 

Or  stains  thy  jasper  walls. 
No  watchman  on  thy  towers 

The  night-homi-s  nightly  calls ; 
No  plunderer  of  the  dark 

The  startled  ear  appals. 
'Tis  endless  festival 

Within  thy  princely  halls. 

Thy  citizens 

No  coming  sunset  dread ; 
Above  them  the  mild  light 

Of  a  soft  sky  is  spread. 


22       THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION. 

No  more  by  wasting  storms 

To  be  revisited. 
Nor  age  nor  siege  tliey  fear ; 

All  enemies  have  fled. 
The  glory  now  retm-ns 

To  rest  above  thy  head. 

The  tree  of  Hfe 

Yieldeth  its  endless  store ; 
Twelve  harvests  year  by  year. 

The  palm  and  sycamore, 
The  olive  of  the  hills, 

Old  Judah's  tree  of  yore, 
No  beauty  had  Hke  tliis, 

Nor  such  abundance  bore ; 
Its  very  leaves  are  life 

And  health  for  evermore. 

The  Cross  has  won  ! 

The  GaHlean  now 
Has  conquered  in  the  fight. 

For  us  He  smote  the  foe. 
For  us  He  led  the  war. 

And  laid  the  strong  one  low. 


THE    SO^G    OF    THE    NEW    CREATION.  23 

His  blood  hath  washed  the  earth, 

And  23urged  all  thmgs  below ; 
Earth's  glory  now  is  His ; 

Its  crown  is  on  His  brow. 

The  song  goes  up ! 

From  every  breathing  thing 
Upon  the  holy  soil 

From  which  th'  old  serpent's  sting 
Has  been  for  ever  plucked ; 

Streams,  hills,  and  forests  bring. 
In  sweetly  swelling  strains. 

Their  happy  offering ; 
And  praises  everywhere 

Ascend  to  earth's  one  King. 

Glory  to  God ! 

Glory  to  Christ  the  Lord ; 
Glory  in  earth  and  heaven. 

Glory  with  one  accord ; 
To  Him  who  earth  uj^holds 

By  His  almighty  word ; 
To  Him  by  whom  all  things 

Have  been  at  la^t  restored ! 


24  THE    SONG    OF   THE   NEW    CREATION. 

His  is  the  name  of  names, 
In  heaven  and  earth  adored. 

Thrice-happy  earth ! 

Guilty,  but  now  forgiven ; 
From  which  has  been  expelled 

The  all-dehling  leaven. 
Oh  what  a  day  is  thine, 

The  brightest  of  the  seven ! 
The  day  of  days,  ere  long 

To  be  in  mercy  given, 
When  heaven  shall  be  on  earth, 

And  earth  shall  all  be  heaven. 

Thrice-happy  earth ! 

All  perfect  and  all  fair ; 
Which  of  the  orbs  above 

May  once  with  thee  compare  ? 
Gem  of  the  universe  ! 

The  seat  of  beauty  rare ; 
Dear  home  of  love  and  truth, 

Of  all  things  perfect,  where 
Reigneth  the  righteous  ffing. 

Creation's  Lord  and  Heir. 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION.       25 

Thrice-happy  earth ! 

Henceforth  the  first  and  best 
Of  handiworks  divine ; 

Once  ruined  and  unblest ; 
Now  washed  and  beautified, 

The  jDlace  of  God's  own  rest 
Throughout  the  eternal  age, 

In  splendor  manifest, 
As  the  one  blood-bought  orb, 

The  island  of  the  blest. 

Great  mystery ! 

Among  the  orbs  that  are 
Sparkling  above  in  light ; 

Of  all,  or  near  or  far, 
The  brightest  and  the  best : 

Once  seat  of  woe  and  jar, 
The  least  and  loneliest ; 

Now  with  no  sin  to  mar, 
It  rolls  in  new-born  glow. 

The  one  redeemed  star. 

Thy  fellows  shine, 

Each  in  his  own  clear  light ; 
2 


26  THE    SONG    OF   THE    NEW    CREATION. 

But  not  like  thine  their  glow, 

So  exquisitely  bright ; 
On  which  has  never  shone 

A  love  so  infinite 
As  that  which  thou  hast  found,  — 

The  love  which  washes  white 
Sin's  stain,  and  into  day 

Turns  the  profoundest  night. 

Upon  their  soil 

No  cross  has  ever  stood. 
They  have  no  Bethlehem, 

And  no  incarnate  God. 
They  have  no  Golgotha, 

And  no  all-23urging  blood ; 
No  lamb  of  sacrifice, 

No  cleansing  laver-flood ; 
No  priestly  word  of  peace 

Making  all  evil  good. 

'Tis  not  their  soil 

(Though  with  all  beauty  stored, 
And  sparkling  with  fair  light. 

As  all  with  one  accord 


THE    SONG    OF   THE    NEW    CREATION. 

They  speak  their  Maker's  praise), 
Of  which  the  eternal  Word 

Took  part,  and  upon  which 
His  blood  divine  was  poured. 

They  cannot  claim  to  be 

Of  kindred  with  their  Lord. 

They  cannot  say, 

'Twas  here  He  lived  and  died, 
And  here  upon  this  tree 

For  us  was  crucified. 
This  earth  of  ours  alone, 

Of  all  the  orbs  beside, 
The  million  orbs  of  space. 

Can  claim  to  be  allied 
To  Godhead ;  and  to  heaven 

So  firmly,  sweetly  tied. 

Their  history. 

Great  though  perchance  it  be. 
And  ftiU  of  miracle,  — 

The  wondi'ous  history 
Of  more  stupendous  orbs 

Sweepmg  in  majesty 


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28  THE    SONG    OF    THE    NEW    CREATION. 

Round  wider,  stranger  depths 

Of  vast  infinity,  — 
Is  not  like  ours,  so  fraught 

With  heavenly  mystery. 

This  earthly  orb 

Is  dull,  and  poor,  and  small ; 
Thick  clouds  engirdle  it 

Like  a  funereal  pall. 
It  wheels  through  narrow  space 

An  obscure  silent  ball ; 
And  to  a  thousand  suns 

Is  debtor  still  for  all 
The  daily,  nightly  lights 

That  gently  on  it  fall. 

Yet  to  this  globe 

All  Godhead  has  come  down  ; 
Here  is  the  link  divine 

That  knits  the  upper  throne 
To  creaturehood  below, 

Never  to  be  undone ! 
This  world,  long  wandering 

Without  a  star  or  sun. 


THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION.       29 

That  seemed  for  ever  lost, 
Is  now  for  ever  won. 

For  ever  won ! 

Plucked  from  the  power  of  sin, 
And  made  all  holiness. 

Now  with  the  sons  of  men 
God's  tents  for  ever  pitched ! 

No  shadow  of  a  staia  ; 
On  all  Creation's  round ! 

The  old  destroyer  slain  ; 
And  now  at  last  begun 

The  pure  and  holy  reign. 

The  reign  of  right 

Supplants  the  sway  of  wrong ; 
The  reign  of  promised  peace 

To  earth  has  come :  the  long. 
Long  era  of  the  blest ! 

With  now  unloosed  tongue 
The  nations  utter  praise  ; 

Earth's  broken  harp  is  strung. 
Creation  now  is  glad, 

And  sings  its  ancient  song. 


30       THE  SONG  OF  THE  NEW  CREATION. 

Earth  is  all  new ! 

A  beauty  now  is  given 
Greater  than  what  it  lost ; 

Its  fetters  all  are  riven ; 
Creation  is  set  free, 

And  the  dark  spoiler  driven 
From  his  usurped  seat ; 

The  foul,  corrupting  leaven 
Of  evil  is  purged  out. 

And  earth  is  one  with  heaven. 

Most  holy  place ! 

O  beauty  ever  fair ; 
O  fields  that  never  fade, 

0  rich  and  balmy  air ; 
O  home  for  ever  freed 

From  weariness  and  care ; 
O  halls  in  which  the  robes 
Of  festival  they  wear  ! 

No  dread  of  coming  change 
Disturbs  the  gladness  there. 

New  heavens,  new  earth ! 
Knit  sweetly  into  one, 


THE    MOUNTAIN    OF    MYRRH.  31 

No  more  to  separate. 

The  ancient  curse  is  gone  ; 
With  no  sad  seed  of  death 

Thy  purged  soil  is  sown  ; 
Thy  seas  no  tempests  know, 

Thy  skies  no  clouded  sun ; 
God's  purpose  is  fulfilled, 

The  acfe  of  evil  done ! 


THE   MOUNTAIN   OF   MYRRH. 

Up  to  the  fair  myrrh-mountain, 

The  fresh  frankincense  hill, 
I'll  get  me  in  tliis  midnight, 

And  drmk  of  love  my  fill. 
O  hills  of  fragrance,  smUing 

With  every  flower  of  love  ; 
O  slopes  of  sweetness,  breathing 

Your  odors  from  above ! 
Ye  send  me  silent  welcome, 

I  waft  you  mine  again  ; 


32  THE    MOUNTAIN    OF    MYRRH. 

Give  me  the  wings  of  morning, 
Bm-st  this  still-binding  chain  : 
For  soon  shall  break  the  day, 
And  shadows  flee  away. 

Amid  time's  angry  uproar, 

Unmoved,  miruffled  still. 
Keep,  keep  me  calmly,  truly. 

Doing  the  loved  One's  will. 
'jMid  diQ  of  stormy  voices, 

The  clamor  and  the  war, 
Keep  me  with  eye  full-gazing 

On  the  eternal  star ; 
Still  working,  suffering,  loving. 

Still  true  and  self-denied, 
In  the  old  faith  abiding, 

To  the  old  names  allied : 

For  soon  shall  break  the  day, 
And  shadows  flee  away. 

From  earthly  power  and  weakness 
Keep  me  alike  apart; 

From  self-will  and  unmeekness, 
From  pride  of  lip  or  heart. 


THE   MOUNTAIN    OF   MYRRH.  33 

Without  let  tempests  gather  ;  — 

Let  all  be  calm  within, 
Urijfretted  and  mishaken 

By  human  strife  and  sin. 
And  when  these  limbs  are  weary, 

And  throbs  this  sleepless  brain, 
With  breath  from  yon  myrrh-mountain 

Revive  my  soul  again  : 

For  soon  shall  break  the  day. 
And  shadows  flee  away. 


There  my  beloved  dwelleth, 

He  calls  me  up  to  him ; 
He  bids  me  quit  these  valleys, 

These  moorlands  brown  and  dim. 
There  my  long-parted  wait  me, 

The  missed  and  mourned  below ; 
Now,  eager  to  rejoin  them, 

I  fain  would  rise  and  go. 
Not  long  below  we  linger, 

Not  long  we  here  shall  sigh ; 
The  hour  of  dew  and  dawning 

Is  hastening  from  on  high : 
2*  c 


34  THE    MOUNTAIN    OF   MTKRH. 

For  soon  shall  break  the  day, 
And  shadows  flee  away. 

0  streaks  of  haj)py  day-spring, 

Salute  us  from  above ! 
0  never-settmg  sunlight, 

Earth  longeth  for  thy  love ; 
O  hymns  of  luiknown  gladness, 

That  hail  us  from  these  skies, 
Swell  till  you  gently  silence 

Earth's  meaner  melodies ! 
O  hope  all  hope  surpassing, 

For  evermore  to  be, 
O  Christ,  the  Church's  Bridegroom, 

In  Paradise  with  thee  : 

For  soon  shall  break  the  day. 
And  shadows  flee  away. 


EVENING   BY   EVENING.  36 


EVENING  BY  EVENING. 

Advesperascit ;  et  inclinavit  dies. 

Good  night,  ye  gems  of  beauty, 

Good  night,  thou  gentle  blue ; 
On  quiet  bed  I  lay  me. 

And  bid  farewell  to  you. 
Good  night,  ye  wakeful  woodlands. 

Good  night,  ye  sleejDing  flowers, 
Amid  whose  smiles  and  odors 

I've  passed  day's  wayward  hours. 
Good  night,  ye  star-tipt  mountains, 

Old  friends,  the  tried  and  true ; 
Good  night,  ye  wandering  waters ; 

Ocean,  good  night  to  you. 

Good  night  to  all,  but  not  to  Thee, 
My  God,  who  ever  art  with  me. 

Good  night,  dear  faces  round  me. 
Night's  hours  will  swiftly  run ; 

And  we  shall  say,  Good  morning. 
At  the  ascendinff  sun. 


36  EVENING  BY   EVENING. 

The  farewell  hour  is  coming, 

The  last  good  night  is  near, 
When  I  shall  part  in  silence 

With  those  who  love  me  here. 
Then,  all  my  farewells  over, 

Just  passing  out  of  sight, 
Unweeping  and  untrembling, 

I'll  look  my  last  good  night. 

Good  night  to  all,  but  not  to  Thee, 
My  God,  who  ever  art  with  me. 


Yet  not  good  night  for  ever ; 

For  He  who  is  my  day 
Will  wake  me  soon ;  —  I  see  Him 

Already  on  His  way. 
No,  not  good  night  for  ever ; 

I  shall  but  sleep  in  Him, 
Who  shall  arouse  me  early, 

While  yet  the  dawn  is  dim,  — 
Who  shall  arouse  me  early, 

And  bid  this  flesh  arise. 
In  glorious  resurrection. 

To  meet  Him  in  the  skies. 


EVENING    BY   EYENIXG.  37 

Good  night  to  all,  but  not  to  Thee, 
My  God,  who  ever  art  with  me. 

I  see  Him,  —  lo.  He  cometh ! 

Himself  the  morning  light. 
To  bring  the  dawn  of  gladness, 

The  dawn  that  knows  no  night. 
O  Bridegroom  of  the  morning ! 

Bright  bringer  of  the  day, 
Put  on  Thy  fair  adorning, 

Thy  beautiful  array. 
Lord  Jesus,  star  of  evening, 

Yet  star  of  morning  too ; 
Earth's  uncreated  splendor. 

Rise  on  our  lonodno^  view. 

Good  night  to  all,  but  not  to  Thee, 
My  God,  who  ever  art  with  me. 


38  HOMEWAKD. 


HOMEWARD. 

To  my  beloved  ones  my  steps  are  moving ; 

Not  hard  the  road  that  ends  in  love  and  home. 
Have  done  my  eyes,  have  done  my  feet  with  roving ; 

'Tis  to  the  well-known  gate  I  look  and  come. 

Tour  watch  is  now  on  the  eternal  mountains ; 

Our  eyes  are  gazing  upward  from  afar. 
Tour  rest  is  now  by  the  clear-welling  fountains ; 

Ours  is  the  journey  still,  the  toil  and  war. 

Years  have  gone  by  since  the  last  words  were  spoken ; 

O  loved  and  saved,  how  gladly  shall  we  meet 
In  the  home-city,  where  no  ties  are  broken. 

Where  love  is  perfect,  fellowship  complete ! 

I  see  your  crowns,  the  wreaths  which  cannot  wither, 
And  from  the  city-walls  ye  beckon  me ; 

"  Come  up,  and  tarry  not.     Oh,  come  up  hither, 
To  this  dear  land  of  light  we  welcome  thee ! " 


HOMEWARD.  39 

Only  a  little  wMle :  a  little  longer 

Of  tarriance  here  upon  these  death-swept  plains. 
0  well-beloved,  death  is  growing  stronger, 

And  life  more  feeble  in  these  ebbing  veins. 

To  follow  you  we  are  each  day  preparing ; 

And  where  you  are,  there  we  shall  shortly  be. 
Death  is  to  us  but  as  an  angel,  bearing 

The  keys  of  life  and  immortality. 

Yet  not  the  less  we  say,  'Twere  surely  better 
That  He  should  come  and  summon  us  away 

To  meet  Him  in  the  sky,  ere  yet  the  fetter 
Of  dark  corruption  bind  our  crumbling  clay. 

Then  ye  who  slept,  and  we  who  knew  no  sleeping, 
Should  meet  together  each  to  tell  his  tale ; 

The  tale  of  earthly  weariness  and  weeping, 
The  short  strange  story  of  Time's  cloudy  vale. 

Come  then.  Lord  Jesus,  come !  Thy  church  is  calling ; 

The  world  is  old,  though  still  its  skies  are  blue. 
Its  flowers  are  fading,  and  its  leaves  are  falling ; 

Come  in  Thy  glory  to  make  all  things  new. 


40  THE    COMING   REIGN. 


THE   COMING  KEIGN. 

King  of  kings !  ascend  Thy  throne ; 

Visit  this  Thine  earth  again ; 
Gird  Thy  sword  upon  Thy  thigh ; 

Take  Thy  mighty  power,  and  reign. 

King  of  nations !  claim  this  world 
With  its  kingdoms  for  Thine  own. 

Raze  each  rebel  fortress  here, 
Level  every  hostUe  throne. 

King  of  Israel !  now  arise, 

And  rebuild  Thy  Salem's  walls ; 

Gather  Jacob's  scattered  flock ; 
Hear  Thine  Israel  when  he  calls. 

King  of  saints !     Thy  ransomed  own, 
They  the  members,  Thou  the  head ; 

Speed  the  great  deliverance, 
First-begotten  of  the  dead. 


MY   MOTHER   EARTH.  41 

King  of  glory !     King  of  heaven ! 

King  of  earth !  arise  and  reign ; 
All  creation  sighs  for  Thee ; 

Visit  Thine  own  earth  again. 

Kino:  eternal !     Son  of  God ! 

Earth  and  heaven  shall  Thee  obey ; 
Principalities  and  powers 

Own  Thine  everlasting  sway. 


MY  MOTHER  EARTH. 

My  mother  earth, 

From  which  we  sprang, 

And  into  which  ere  long 

We  shall  return. 

For  a  far  higher  birth, 

When  weakness  shall  put  on 

Immortal  strength,  and  from  the  um 

Our  ashes  shall  arise, 

Meet  for  unfading  skies ;  — 


42  MY   MOTHER   EARTH. 

We  look  into  thy  depths, 
And  see  in  them, 
Not  death,  but  life  ; 
As  if  an  angel  sat 
In  shining  garments  there, 
As  in  the  tomb  of  old,  — 
The  wondi'ous  sepulchre 
Of  Him  who  died  our  death. 
And  rose  in  raiment  fair. 
Our  everlasting  life. 

O  mother  earth ! 

Out  of  whose  dust  I  came. 

And  into  which  I  am 

So  swiftly  to  return ;  — 

On  thy  green  turf  I  sit. 

And,  touched  by  it, 

I  seem  to  gather  vigor  to  my  frame. 

Of  life,  not  death,  thou  art  the  nurse  ; 

Of  all  fruit-bearing  tilings 

Thou  art  the  bounteous  source. 

To  thee  the  seed  goes  down. 

And  dies  in  darkness ;  from  thee  springs 

Again  more  beautifiil,  bright  wings 


MY   MOTHER   EARTH.  43 


From  thee  receiving,  to  arise  in  joy. 

To  thee  we  too  go  down, 

And  rest  in  silence  for  a  little  hour, 

Till,  like  the  tree  or  flower, 

We  rise  anew  in  resurrection-power. 


My  mother  earth ! 

Xot  even  amid  the  snows 

And  ice  that  wrap  thee  round. 

When  frost  has  chilled  the  ground. 

And  winter  holds  thee  fast 

In  bitter  chains,  and  when  the  blast 

Sweeps  o'er  thy  shivering  plains. 

Shall  I  be  kept  from  thy  embrace, 

Or  shrink  from  thy  pale  marble  face. 

Winter  has  slain  thee,  and  all  life 

Seems  to  have  left  thy  veins. 

But  shall  I  shun  the  breast 

Of  my  dead  mother  laid  to  rest  ? 

Shall  I  forbear  to  kiss 

The  well-known  countenance. 

Or  leave  thee  in  the  grasp 

Of  the  destroying  foe  ? 


44  MY   MOTHER   EARTH. 

My  mother  earth ! 

Thy  spring  shall  come  again ; 

Thy  AjDril  shall  retiu-n, 

And  all  thy  May  behind  it,  when  the  rain, 

Mingled  with  happy  sunshine,  shall  come  down. 

And  quicken  earth. 

For  thee  the  blessed  hope  of  rising  shines. 

When  summer  shall  bring  gladness  to  the  soil. 

For  us  the  hope  too  shines ; 

My  mother  earth ! 

Thou  canst  not  be  my  tomb. 

Thou  canst  not  hold  me  in  thy  icy  chains. 

I  shall  arise, 

When  thou  shalt  have  dissolved  my  dust, 

And  in  dissohing  ripened  it ; 

Making  it  pm^er  and  more  fit 

For  the  eternal  paradise. 

My  mother  earth ! 
All  beautiful  aroimd, 
Fragrant  in  every  vale ; 
With  melody  of  sound 
Rejoicing  everywhere ; 
The  blue  above, 


MY   MOTHER    EARTH.  45 

The  green  beneath ; 

The  mighty  arch, 

Filled  with  its  marvellous  clouds, 

Cheered  by  its  joyous  winds, 

Or  awed  by  its  dread  storms. 

The  ever-murmuring  wood, 

The  ever- whispering  grove, 

The  solitary  glen  or  moor. 

The  wayward,  wilftd  stream 

Gushing  with  eager  haste 

Through  its  dark  moss-green  glen ; 

The  purple  of  the  moorland  waste. 

The  yellow  stretch  of  level  sand. 

The  multitude  of  shining  waves, 

Swept  shoreward  to  the  sloping  strand. 

My  mother  earth ! 

How  fair,  and  full,  and  great ! 

All  beauty  covers  thee. 

All  riches  fill  thy  depths ; 

O'er  thee  the  mighty  sun 

Leans  in  the  loving  warmth 

Of  his  unfailing  beams ; 

O'er  thee  the  mother-orb  of  night 


46  MT  MOTHER   EARTH. 

Flings  her  unspotted  veil ; 

And  round  thee  gathers  close 

The  matchless  robe  of  flowers 

That  covers  and  adorns  thy  lovehness, 

The  beauty  of  the  ever-varying  year. 

My  mother  earth ! 

He  whose  creating  hand 

Both  made  and  moulded  thee  ; 

He  who  pronounced  thee  good, 

And  gave  thee  that  bright  sim, 

And  these  fair  hills  and  vales, 

Made  thee  for  endless  years ; 

Not  for  the  melting  fire. 

Or  the  submerging  flood. 

Or  for  the  abode  of  ill. 

Or  for  a  place  of  graves, 

Or  for  a  land  of  pain ; 

But  for  eternal  joy, 

For  endless  righteousness. 

For  holy  blessedness, 

For  the  great  seat  and  home 

Of  everlasting  light,  — 

Of  endless  love ! 


THE  tear's  last  MOMENT.  47 


THE  YEAR'S  LAST  MOMENT. 

The  crowd  sweeps  onward  still : 

And  we  with  it  move  on, 
Part  of  the  ever-rusMng  multitude ; 
Till  the  great  goal  be  won, 
And  for  the  last  time  sinks  the  ever-setting  sun. 

Another  hour  has  struck, 

With  solemn  note,  and  slow ; 
Another  fragment  of  time's  cliff  has  rushed 

Into  the  vale  below ; 
Another  of  earth's  streams  this  moment  ceased  to  flow. 

Another  lamp  of  time 

Has  flickered  into  gloom, 
And  left  us  lonelier  in  our  lonely  watch, 
Waiting  the  Hght  to  come  ; 
Not  into,  but  beyond,  the  life-devouring  tomb. 


48  THE  year's  last  moment. 

Another  of  time's  stars 

ELas  vanished  from  the  eye  ; 
Ah !  now  the  light  of  the  immortal  dawn 

Is  coming  up  the  sky, 
And  quencliing,  one  by  one,  these  midnight  gems  on 

high. 


While  bends  the  quivering  mast ; 
Another  beacon  of  the  lone,  lone  sea 
Our  vessel  has  shot  past. 
The  shore,  the  shore  is  near  !     Is  that  the  haven  at  last  ? 

Another  bridge  of  life 

Has  now  been  crossed :  few  more 
Remain  for  us ;  another  ridge  of  time 
We've  reached,  from  it  to  explore 
The  far-outspreading  green  of  the  not  distant  shore. 

Another  pillar  fallen 

In  Time's  old  temple  !     See 
How  fragment  upon  fragment  darkly  lies  ; 

And  hear  how  heavily 
The  echoes  wind  along  by  the  slow-swelling  sea ! 


DirrsT:  DiscrPLrsT.  49 

Another  song  has  closed, 

A  true  but  varied  strain, 
And  the  deep-turret  chime  I  hear  a&r 
Has  echoed  out  Amen, 
Swelling  the  long-drawn  fall  of  the  well-known  refrain. 

Oh,  well  for  us  to  watch ! 

Our  night  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 
ITie  day  of  mortal  doom  approaches  fest, 

The  Judge  is  at  the  door ; 
Awake  I  arise,  my  soul,  and  sleep  thy  sleep  no  more ! 


DIYIXE   DISCIPLINE. 

Patior  ut  videam. 

I  srTFEK.  that  I  may  behold,  when  pain 

Has  passed  away,  Thy  &ce  in  righteousness. 

It  is  the  suffering  here  that  fits  the  soul 
For  the  bright  vision  of  eternal  bliss. 
3  D 


50  DIVINE    DISCIPLINE.  "* 

I  suffer,  that  these  dim,  dim  eyes  of  mine 
May  be  thus  purified,  and  made  to  see 

Afar  off  even  now,  and  farther  still. 
In  the  vast  vistas  of  eternity. 

Only  the  touch  of  suffering  can  remove 

This  earth-born  didness  from  my  narrow  sight ; 

Only  the  healing  which  the  rod  imparts 
Can  fit  me  for  beholding  holy  light. 

I  suffer,  that  I  may  behold  the  cross 
In  all  its  fitness  for  a  soul  Hke  mine ; 

Who  but  a  sufferer  knows  what  such  a  cross 
Can  mean,  or  see  its  glory  fully  shine  ? 

I  suffer  here,  that  I  may  taste  the  joy 
Hereafter  in  the  city  of  the  blest ; 

That  I  may  bear  the  brilliance  that  shall  burst 
Upon  us  in  the  Paradise  of  rest. 

Om'  present  light  affiction,  which  endures 
But  for  a  moment,  worketh  for  us  there 

A  weight  of  glory,  such  as  sorrow  here 
Alone  can  fit  us  to  possess  or  bear. 


RETURN    UNTO    THY   REST.  51 

Only  the  pressure  of  a  loving  hand, 

A  hand  as  tender  as  divinely  wise, 
Can  lift  these  drooping  eyelids,  and  impart 

True  health  and  vigor  to  these  sickly  eyes. 

I  suffer,  that  I  may  be  strong  to  gaze 

Upon  the  glory  yet  to  be  revealed  ; 
Glory  which  we  shall  yet  in  joy  behold, 

When  earthly  vision  shall  be  pm*ged  and  healed. 

O  silent  arrows  of  the  Lord  my  God, 

O  secret  touches  of  a  hand  imseen, 
O  sharpness  of  the  sweet  but  bitter  rod. 

Yet  softness  of  the  still  small  voice  within ! 


RETURN  UNTO   THY   REST. 

In  uno  quies. 

Among  the  many,  I  am  lost  and  weary ; 

They  do  not  take  from  me  the  deep  unrest. 
They  make  me  but  more  lonely  and  more  dreary  ; 

They  promise  Mr,  but  cannot  make  me  blest. 


52  RETURN    UNTO    THY   REST. 

This  heart,  thus  trying  in  a  thousand  centres, 
To  find  an  orbit  round  which  it  may  roll, 

Comes  back  depressed,  taught  by  these  vain  adventures : 
One  centre  only  stays  the  restless  soul. 

Only  in  One  is  rest  for  us ;  true  quiet 

For  the  vexed  human  heart  is  from  above ; 

Though  far  removed  from  toil,  and  brawl,  and  riot, 
It  cannot  rest  itself  in  creatm-e-love. 

Earth  is  all  motion  and  disquiet ;  only 

In  One  above,  who  changes  not  nor  moves. 

We  find  repose :  there  tranquil,  but  not  lonely, 
We  rest  in  One  who  ever,  ever  loves. 

Life  is  all  tempest,  o'er  time's  ocean  ranging ; 

A  troubled  morning,  and  an  angry  even : 
Only  in  One  is  anchorage  unchanging. 

Only  in  One  is  the  eternal  haven. 

Creation  rocks  ;  all  that  is  made  is  moving ; 

The  strongest,  brightest,  goodliest,  and  best : 
In  One,  the  ever-fixed  and  ever-loving. 

In  One  I  anchor,  and  in  One  I  rest ! 


THE  PURGING  OF  THE  TEMPLE.         53 

THE  PURGING  OF  THE  TEMPLE. 

JOHX  ii.  16. 

Take  these  things  hence ! 
Self  and  its  idols  vile, 
The  sin  and  vanity, 
The  lust  of  gold  and  gain. 

Take  these  things  hence  ! 
Each  folly  of  the  will, 
Each  unsubdued  desire, 
Each  fever-pulse  of  earth. 

Take  these  things  hence ! 

The  love  of  earthly  ease. 
The  unchecked  appetite. 
The  impulses  of  time. 

Take  these  things  hence  ! 

The  self-will  and  the  sloth. 
Vainglory  of  the  mind. 
Ambition  of  the  soul. 


54         THE  PURGING  OF  THE  TEMPLE. 

Take  these  things  hence ! 

The  love  of  creature-love, 
The  images  of  sense, 
The  passions  of  the  world. 

Take  these  tilings  hence ! 

The  pride  of  place  and  pomp, 
Of  dress  and  ornament. 
Of  luxury  and  gems. 

Take  these  things  hence ! 

Lusts  of  the  ear  and  eye. 
Lusts  of  the  mind  and  flesh, 
That  fill  up  all  the  room. 

Take  these  things  hence ! 

The  passions  and  the  dreams  ! 
The  idle  hopes  and  fears, 
The  imjiure  mirth  and  song. 

Take  these  things  hence  ! 
Let  not  the  holy  shrine, 
The  temple  of  the  Lord, 
Be  thus  defiled  and  stained. 


truth's  ancestry.  55 

m 

Take  these  things  hence ! 

Make  not  my  Father's  house 
A  house  of  merchandise, 
The  market  of  the  world. 

Take  these  things  hence ! 

The  Holy  Spirit's  shrine, 
God's  holy  house,  are  ye ; 
And  ye  are  not  your  own ! 


TRUTH'S   ANCESTRY. 

JO  sum  hsercs  apostolorum.  —  Tertulliai^^,  de  Preiser,  hceret. 
ch.  xxxvi. 

The  old  is  better  than  the  new. 

The  oldest  still  the. best; 
And  on  that  oldest  of  the  old 

My  steadfast  faith  I  rest. 

I  rest  where  righteous  men  of  old 
Their  resting-place  once  made ; 

The  promise  of  the  woman's  seed 
To  crush  the  serpent's  head. 


56  truth's  ancestry. 

• 
That  is  the  oldest  of  the  old, 

Yet  newest  of  the  new ; 

In  every  age  the  light  of  time, 

In  every  age  the  true. 

Its  date  is  the  eternal  asre. 

When  its  first  sparkle  shone ; 
It  is  the  oldest  of  earth's  stars. 

And  yet  its  youngest  sun. 

For  ever  fresh,  and  good,  and  fair. 

It  shineth  as  it  shone : 
The  "always,"  "all,"  and  "  every  where,"  ^ 

Is  found  in  it  alone. 

Of  God's  great  love  to  guilty  man 

It  brings  the  blessed  seal : 
The  serpent's  bruised  head  forespeaks,  — 

Messiah's  bruised  heel. 

Love  from  the  everlasting  love 
It  brings,  earth's  wounds  to  cure. 

1  "Semper,  ubique,  et  ab  omnibus."— Vincentius  of  Lirins,  Against 
Heresy,  cli.  ii. 


THE    DESERT    ROCK.  57 

Of  war  against  man's  foe  it  tells, 
Of  victory  made  sure. 

"  Herein  is  love,"  it  writes  upon 

The  gates  of  Paradise. 
"  Herein  is  love,"  it  writes  upon 

Each  burning  sacrifice. 

Oldest  and  truest  creed  !     In  thee 

We  find  the  love  of  God 
Upwelling  at  the  altar's  base, 

And  reaxjhing  us  through  blood. 


THE   DESERT   ROCK. 

They  drank  of  that  spiritual  rock  that  followed  them ;  and  that  rock 
was  Christ.  —  1  CoK.  x.  4. 

Rock  of  the  desert,  pouring  still 
Thy  stream  the  thirsty  soul  to  fill ; 
Rock  of  the  desert,  now  as  full 
Of  li^dng  water,  pure  and  cool,  — 
We  stand  beside  thee  now. 
3* 


58  THE    DESERT   ROCK. 

Rock  of  eternity,  to  thee 
Li  thirst  and  weariness  we  flee ; 
Thy  waters  cannot  cease  to  pour, 
Their  fulness  is  for  evermore. 
Let  him  that  tliirsteth  come  ! 

Bright  water  of  eternity, 

"We  come,  we  come  to  di^ink  of  thee ; 
The  voice  of  welcome  that  we  hear, 
The  voice  dispelling  every  fear, 
Is  "  whosoever  will." 

River  of  life,  upon  thy  brink 
We  sit,  and  of  thy  waters  drink. 
The  murmur  of  thy  sparkling  wave 
Speaks  still  of  Him  who  came  to  save, 
Who  bids  us  drink  and  live. 

River  of  peace,  so  full  and  bright. 
Each  drop  clear-sliining  with  the  light ; 
And  still  the  voice  that  comes  from  thee, 
The  voice  that  telleth  all  is  free. 
Is  "  whosoever  will." 


THE    DESERT   ROCK.  59 

River  of  health,  thy  current  pours 
Its  jfreshness  on  these  leprous  shores : 

True  Jordan,  biddmg  all  draw  nigh 

For  health  and  innnortahty, 
"With  "  whosoever  will." 

River  of  love,  so  deep  and  wide, 

All  heaven  is  in  thy  flowing  tide : 
For  all  the  love  of  God  is  here, 
The  love  that  casteth  out  all  fear, 
The  "  whosoever  will." 

Dear  river,  what  a  sun  is  thine  ! 
What  glories  on  thy  waters  shine. 

What  freshness  in  each  sparkhng  drop ! 

And  still  the  voice  that  cometh  up 
Is  "  whosoever  will." 

River  of  God,  still  flowing  on ! 
Thy  source  the  everlasting  throne. 

River  of  heaven,  translucent  stream, 

Thy  fulness  ever  at  the  brim 
For  "  whosoever  will." 


60  THE    GLORY    TO    BE    REVEALED. 


THE    GLORY  TO   BE   REVEALED. 

Exoriar  aliis. 

Sinks  the  swift  sun ;  yet  sinks  but  to  arise 
In  other  regions  far  beyond  our  sight : 

We  follow  him  with  dim  and  dazzled  eyes, 
Till  every  ray  is  quenched  in  silent  night. 

We  miss  him,  but  he  comes  not ;  he  has  gone 
To  show  his  glory  in  more  cloudless  air : 

Nothing  is  lost  to  him,  for  in  that  zone 
He  puts  on  raiment  more  serenely  fair. 

So  sinks  the  child  of  heaven,  when  to  our  eye 
He  disappears ;  he  does  not  die,  but  Hve. 

He  has  passed  out  beyond  this  narrower  sky, 
Diviner  splendor  to  receive  and  give. 

He  sinks  to  rise ;  he  sets  to  shine  again 
In  fairer  heavens,  and  with  diviner  light ; 

No  more  to  set,  or  take  on  cloudy  stain. 
Or  leave  behind  another  world  of  night. 


THE    ETERNAL    WORK.  61 

O  cloudless  heaven,  in  wliich  we  hope  to  shine, 
When  we  shall  leave  behind  us  this  dim  sphere ! 

O  glorious  world,  all  holy  and  divine, 

AVhere  we  shall  sparkle  through  the  eternal  year ! 


THE   ETERNAL  WORK. 

Yitse  melioris  in  usum. 

I  LAY  up  treasure  in  the  heavens ; 

My  gold  accumulates  and  grows. 
I  hoard,  but  not  on  earth  ;  my  wealth 

Before  me  daily  goes. 

My  hands,  my  lips,  each  power  within, 
I  fain  would  educate  for  heaven. 

Here  is  the  school  where  we  are  trained. 
And  here  the  lessons  given. 

I  shall  not  die  at  death,  nor  shall 
My  past  of  life  all  useless  be ; 

These  powers  within  me,  lodged  by  God, 
Are  for  eternity. 


62  THE    ETERNAL    WORK. 

This  is  the  seed-time,  here  the  seed ; 

I  pass  into  the  soil  and  spring ; 
But  far  above  me,  out  of  sight, 

Is  the  bright  blossomino^. 

'Tis  for  eternity  I  read, 

And  do,  and  think,  and  study  here ; 
Pruning  and  purging  every  branch. 

That  it  may  fruitage  bear. 

Not  leaves  without  the  fruit,  nor  yet 
Fruit  without  leaves ;  but  side  by  side. 

The  leaf  and  fruit;  and  both  through  Him 
In  whom  I  here  abide. 

"What  God  hath  given  me,  that  I  count 
Too  precious  and  too  great  to  lose ; 

And  all  I  have  I  treasure  up 
For  everlasting  use. 

My  little  garden-plot  of  life. 

Though  poor,  must  all  be  duly  tiUed ; 

Its  future  is  a  vast  unknown, 
And  I  must  see  it  filled. 


THE    ETERNAL    WORK.  63 

I  work  that  I  may  fitted  be 

For  more  than  angel's  work  above ; 

"When  of  this  life's  strange  mystery 
The  meaning  I  shall  prove. 

By  earthly  discipHne  and  toil 

I  sharpen  these  my  blunted  powers, 
For  nobler  work  awaiting  them 

In  vaster  fields  than  ours. 

For  I  have  other  fields  above 

To  reap,  when  autumns  here  are  done ; 

And  so  my  sickle  would  I  whet 
For  harvests  yet  unknown. 

And  all  this  discipline  of  time, 

The  pain,  the' weariness,  the  strife. 
Tells  on  my  endless  usefulness 

In  the  unmeasured  life. 

What  here  I  learn  will  one  day  tell ; 

WTiat  I  shall  reap  I  now  must  sow ; 
And  nothing  shall  be  lost  of  all 

This  varied  life  below. 


64       THE  HYMN  OF  THE  DARK  WORLD. 

A  higher  and  more  useful  life 
Above,  shall  mine  for  ever  be ; 

And  all  that  I  have  learned  on  earth 
Shall  then  be  used  for  Thee. 

In  higher  service  shall  I  then 
These  renovated  powers  employ ; 

Work  without  weariness  be  mine, 
And  everlasting  joy. 


THE  HYMN  OF  THE  DARK  WORLD. 

Light  of  the  world !     All  the  earth  is  waiting, 
Looking  and  sigliing  for  the  promised  day. 

Dark  are  the  heavens ;  still  the  east  is  clouded, 
Hidden  in  gloom  the  glory  of  Thy  ray. 

Age  upon  age  has  been  slowly  rolling, 

Since  by  the  seers  thy  splendor  was  foretold ; 

Thickens  the  gloom  on  the  pagan  mountains, 
Deepens  the  silence  over  Judah's  fold. 


THE    HT5IN    OF    THE    DARK    WORLD.  65 

Sorrow  and  evil  all  the  nations  cover ; 

Errors  and  idols  hold  their  blinding  sway ; 
Truth  its  head  hideth,  and  the  Book  of  blessing 

Seems  like  a  treasure  vilely  cast  away. 

Heralds  of  gladness  vainly  lift  their  voices ; 

Human  ears  are  closed ;  human  hearts  are  sealed. 
Who  hath  received  love's  last  sweetest  message  ? 

Where  has  Jehovah's  great  arm  been  revealed  ? 

Dark  is  the  night  over  Asia's  millions ; 

China  and  India  still  sit  in  the  gloom : 
Sad  is  the  shade  over  islands  and  islands ; 

Earth's  fairest  gardens  are  cold  as  the  tomb ! 

Egypt,  Arabia,  Elam,  sit  in  shadow ; 

Africa  knows  not  the  tidings  of  light ; 
Eiu-ope  lies  gloomy ;  half  cloud  and  half  sunshine ; 

Deep  o'er  the  vales  of  Greece  rests  the  long  night. 

Hope  of  the  longing !     All  creation  groaneth, 
Loathing  her  bondage,  longing  to  be  free ; 

Stretching  her  hands  out  for  the  promised  freedom. 
When  the  thick  shadows  all  shall  rise  and  flee. 


66  LAUDATE. 

Joy  of  the  world !  Days  and  nights  of  darkness, 
Silent  and  sorrowful,  here  have  rested  long : 

Hasten  Thy  one  never-ending  day-spring, 
End  all  these  ages  of  time's  grief  and  wrong. 

Speed  the  glad  tidings !     'Tis  finished,  'tis  finished ! 

He  who  hath  died  for  us  hveth  again. 
Send  over  earth  the  love  and  the  brightness ; 

Take  to  Thee,  Lord,  Thy  great  kingdom,  and  reign. 


LAUDATE. 

Come,  all  ye  nations,  utter  all  your  praises ! 

Come,  all  ye  churches,  sing  aloud  to  God ! 
Come,  all  ye  saints  of  every  tribe  and  kindred ! 

Come,  all  a-eation,  sound  His  praise  abroad  ! 

Give  to  Jehovah  everlastmg  praises. 
Glory  and  honor  to  the  Father  give ; 

Glory  and  honor  to  the  Son  and  Spirit, 
Glory  to  God,  in  whom  we  move  and  Hve. 


THE    MIGHTY    GOD.  67 

With  the  glad  singing  heaven  aloud  is  ringing ; 

Not  a  voice  is  silent,  and  shall  earth  be  dumb  ? 
Praise  Him,  land  and  ocean  ;  praise  Him,  rock  and  river  ; 

Come  with  one  lip  and  heart ;  joyfully  come. 

Give  to  the  slain  Lamb  everlasting  glory, 
Now  to  the  risen  Christ  hearts  and  voices  raise ; 

Give  to  the  crowned  King  honor  and  blessing. 
Power  and  dominion,  and  glory  and  praise. 


THE   MIGHTY   GOD. 

Ascribe  ye  strength  to  God ! 

The  mighty  Lord  is  He, 

The  God  of  majesty, 

Jehovah  is  His  name  ; 

O'er  all  the  earth  His  fame ; 
Ascribe  ye  strength  to  God ! 

His  strength  is  in  the  clouds ! 
Girded  with  glorious  might. 
Compassed  about  with  night ; 


THE    IVnGHTT    GOD. 

Yet  light  His  dwelling-place, 
And  light  in  all  Plis  ways. 
His  strength  is  in  the  clouds ! 

He  rideth  on  the  heavens ! 

The  heaven  of  heavens  is  His, 
With  all  its  light  and  bliss ; 
His  are  the  stars  of  light, 
His  is  the  solemn  night. 

He  rideth  on  the  heavens ! 

Sing  loud  to  God  our  strength ! 
Rejoice  and  jDraise  His  name, 
Rejoice  and  sound  His  fame ; 
Rejoice  and  tell  His  grace, 
Rejoice  before  His  face. 

Sing  loud  to  God  oiu*  strength ! 

His  kingdom  knows  no  end  ! 
The  King  of  kings  is  He, 
The  Lord  of  lords  is  He, 
The  God  of  gods  is  He, 
The  Judge  of  earth  is  He. 

His  kinofdom  knows  no  end ! 


I 


DIVINE    ACQUAINTANCESHIP.  69 


DIVINE  ACQUAINTANCESHIP. 

Acquaint  thyself  with  God  ! 

Know  thou  His  teuder  love  ; 
So  shall  the  healing  sunshine  fall 

Upon  thee  from  above. 
Acquaint  thyself  with  God ! 

In  Him  alone  is  peace,  — 
Rest  for  the  weary  child  of  time, 

And  everlasting  bliss. 


Acquaint  thyself  with  God ! 

Choose  thou  the  better  part ; 
So  shall  His  heavenly  sunlight  be 

The  day-spring  of  thy  heart. 
Acquaint  thyself  with  God ! 

He  bids  thee  seek  His  face, 
That  thus  thy  youthful  soul  may  taste 

The  sweetness  of  His  grace. 


70  THE    CUP    OF    COLD    WATER. 

Acquaint  thyself  with  God ! 

In  Jesus  and  His  cross 
Read  there  that  love  which  makes  all  loss 

But  gain,  all  gain  but  loss. 
Acquaint  thyself  with  God 

In  childhood's  joyous  prime  ; 
So  shall  thy  life  a  foretaste  prove 

Of  heaven's  long  summer-time. 


THE   CUP  OF   COLD  WATER. 

Matt.  x.  42. 

Poor  stranger,  in  the  Master's  name 
This  cup  of  water  thus  I  give ; 

Lift  it  to  thy  parched  lips,  and  may 
Its  freshness  all  thy  tliirst  relieve. 

I  know  thee  not,  lone  stranger,  save 
As  one  of  the  dear  Christian  band ; 

Take  then  this  cup  I  offer  thee. 
As  from  His  own  beloved  hand. 


THE    CUP    OF    COLD    WATER.  71 

For  He,  in  whose  loved  name  I  give 
This  cup,  has  pledged  His  royal  word, 

That  even  for  a  deed  like  tliis 

There  shall  be  yet  a  bright  reward. 

A  member  of  Thy  body,  Lord, 

Thus  in  Thy  name  I  would  relieve ; 

And  what  I  give  to  him,  as  Tliine, 
To  Thee,  O  Master,  thus  I  give. 

It  is  Thy  thirst  that  I  relieve, 

Even  Thine,  O  everlasting  Lord ; 
For  what  we  do  to  these  Thine  own, 

We  do  to  Thee,  unseen,  unheard. 

This  water,  quencliing  one  saint's  thirst. 
How  bright  it  sparkles  in  Thine  eyes  ! 

Each  drop,  thus  given,  Thou  writest  down, 
Awarding  it  a  heavenly  prize. 


72  THE    LAST    ENEMY. 


THE   LAST  ENEMY. 

Nunc  impar  et  imi. 

We  yield  to  death ;  the  fight  is  lost, 

When  the  last  enemy  assails. 
Against  ten  thousand  we  had  fought ; 

Now  one,  and  he  unseen,  prevails. 

The  sting  of  death  is  sin ;  'tis  this 
That  makes  us  feeble  in  the  fight : 

We  shrink  and  flee ;  but  aU  in  vain ; 
We  cannot  face  that  foe  of  might. 

And  yet  in  yielding  do  we  win ; 

Vanquished  in  this  last  mortal  strife, 
We  conquer  him  who  conquered  us : 

Through  death  we  enter  into  life. 

The  grave  becomes  to  us  the  gate 
Of  glory  through  eternal  years ; 

And  thi'ough  the  clouds  that  veil  the  tomb, 
Our  resurrection-sun  appears. 


THE    LAST    ENEMY.  73 

The  sun  of  an  eternal  morn,  — 

Morn  of  the  mistless  and  the  bright ! 

The  sun  of  an  eternal  noon, 

That  knows  no  sunset  and  no  night. 

Then  shall  defeat  be  all  reversed, 

And  I  the  conqueror  at  last : 
My  heel  upon  the  head  of  death, 

My  mortal  strife  for  ever  past. 

My  Captain  is  the  Prince  of  Life ! 

He  leads  me  on,  He  leads  me  in ; 
"Wounded  and  baffled  oft  I  am. 

But  the  great  field  at  length  I  win. 

Who  fights  with  death  must  take  the  wounds 
Se  took  when  fighting  here  below : 

Who  conquers  death  must  share  the  tomb 
Of  Him  who  overcame  our  foe. 


74  LAUDATE    DEUM. 


LAUDATE   DEUM. 


Te  invocamus, 
Te  adoramus, 
Te  et  laudamus, 
ObeataTrinitas! 


Eternal  Father,  gracious  One, 
With  whom  all  fulness  is  alone : 
Only  a  blessing  such  as  Thine 
Can  fill  an  empty  soul  like  mine. 

Eternal  Son,  eternal  love, 

Shed  down  Thy  healing  from  above : 

Hear  us,  when  on  Thy  name  we  call, 
O  Thou  who  art  the  "  all  in  all." 

Eternal  Spirit,  life  and  light. 
Health,  gladness,  comfort  infinite, 
On  us  Thy  needy  ones  below, 
From  Thy  celestial  stores  bestow. 


THE    HIDDEN    CROSS.  75 

Eternal  God,  to  whom  we  bow, 

Father  and  Son  and  Spii'it  Thou ; 
To  Thee  eternal  praise  be  given 
From  men  and  angels,  earth  and  heaven. 


THE   HIDDEN   CROSS. 

Three  horn's  the  land  was  wrapt  in  gloom. 
Three  horn's  the  city  saw  no  smi ; 

Three  hours  blank  fear  was  in  each  face  ; 
It  seemed  as  if  earth's  day  were  done. 

Three  hours  the  cross  itself  was  hid ; 

While  through  the  gloom  the  Sufferer's  cry, 
"  My  God,  why  dost  Thou  me  forsake  ?  " 

Breathed  out  His  dying  agony. 

Three  hours  in  that  mysterious  cloud. 
That  blotted  out  the  noonday  sun. 

The  face  of  God's  dear  Son  was  hid ; 
Only  the  ear  could  hear  His  groan. 


76  THE    HIDDEN    CROSS. 

Most  wondrous  hours,  in  which  was  done 
The  greatest  deed  e'er  done  below : 

The  deed  in  which  all  heaven  was  joined, 
That  saves  us  from  the  endless  woe. 

Unveil  that  cross  to  me,  O  Lord, 
That  I  may  see  the  sacrifice 

There  offered,  and  in  it  the  way 
To  a  recovered  Paradise. 

Light  up  that  cross  to  me,  0  Lord, 
That  I  its  heavenly  230wer  may  know ; 

The  health,  the  pai'don,  and  the  joy 
Which  from  its  open  fountain  flow. 

Earth  has  no  sun  to  light  it  up ! 

These  eyes  are  dim,  the  scales  remove ; 
Straight  from  itself  the  light  must  come, 

That  shows  me  all  its  grace  and  love. 

Unv-eil  that  face  to  me,  O  Lord, 
Once  hid  in  darkness  for  my  sin ; 

That  in  its  light  I  may  rejoice, 
And  with  true  boldness  enter  in. 


THE    TRUE    CROSS.  77 

Withdraw  each  cloud  that  hides  the  cross ; 

Let  nothing  come  between  that  face 
And  this  faint  heavy  eye  of  mine, 

That  longs  to  see  its  heavenly  grace. 


THE   TRUE    CROSS. 

We  glory  only  in  the  cross, 

On  which  the  Son  of  God 
Finished  the  mighty  sacrifice. 

Purging  our  sins  with  blood. 

There  peace  for  ever  made  by  God,  — 
Himself  our  peace,  we  see ; 

Himself  the  bearer  of  our  guilt 
On  the  great  altar-tree. 

The  reconciling  work  was  done. 
The  work  that  ends  the  strife, 

Wlien  He,  the  Word  made  flesh,  for  us 
Laid  down  His  human  Hfe. 


78  DOUBT   NOT. 

The  debt  was  paid,  the  peace  was  made, 
The  veil  was  rent  in  twain. 

And  access  to  the  Father  given, 
By  Him  the  victim  slain. 

We  come  then  boldly  to  the  throne: 
With  a  true  heart  we  come, 

Emboldened  only  by  the  blood 

Which  speaks  the  "  Welcome  home ! " 


DOUBT  NOT. 

0  YE  of  little  faith, 

Why  stand  ye  thus  without, 
Distrusting  all  my  grace. 

Oppressed  with  fear  and  doubt  ? 

Do  justice  to  my  love, 

Put  each  hard  thought  away ; 
Wrong  not  my  faithful  word. 

No  longer  lingering  stay. 


DOUBT   NOT.  79 


Why  hold  ye  back  in  fear, 

As  if  I  were  untrue  ? 
Are  not  my  words  sincere  ? 

And  are  they  not  for  you  ? 

Remember  ye  my  tears 

"Wept  o'er  Jerusalem  ? 
The  tears  of  Man  and  God,  — 

Was  not  my  love  in  them  ? 

Behold  this  mercy-seat 

On  which  I  sit :  draw  near ; 

Take  from  my  pierced  hand 
All  that  thou  needest  here. 

Trust  me  for  every  want 

Of  body  and  of  soul ; 
And  hear  the  blessed  words, 

"  Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole.' 


80  TE    KNOW   NOT    WHAT   YE    ASK. 


YE   KNOW  NOT  WHAT  YE   ASK. 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask ! 
The  cup  of  wliich  I  drink, 
Can  ye  too  drink  of  it, 
Or  taste  its  bitterness  ? 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask  ! 
This  baptism  of  mine, 
Can  ye  partake  of  it, 
Or  bear  my  agony  ? 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask ! 
My  vinegar  and  gall ; 
The  nails,  the  crown  of  thorns,  — 
These,  these  are  not  for  you. 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask  ! 
The  stripes  and  bufFetings, 
The  reed  and  robe  of  scorn, 
The  shouts  of  mockery. 


YE   KNOW   NOT    WHAT   YE    ASK.  81 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask ! 
KJiow  ye  Gethsemane  ? 
Or  know  ye  Golgotha, 

The  darkness  and  the  tomb  ? 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask ! 
My  cross  ye  cannot  bear, 
My  load  ye  cannot  take  ; 
They  are  for  me,  not  you. 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask  ! 
The  cup  of  which  I  drink, 
I  drink  alone  for  you : 
Its  bitterness  is  mine. 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask ! 
My  baptism  of  woe 
I  undergo  for  you : 
Its  awfulness  is  mine. 

Ye  know  not  what  ye  ask  ! 
The  crown  shall  yet  be  yoiu*s ; 
But  mine  must  be  the  fight. 
And  mine  the  victory. 


4* 


NEW   AND    OLD. 


NEW  AND   OLD. 

That  which  hath  been  is  now ; 

The  now  repeats  the  long  ago. 
'Twas  the  old  sun  of  Paradise, 
Unchanged,  we  saw  this  morning  rise, 

In  all  its  ancient  glow. 


And  that  which  is  to  be, 

On  earth  it  hath  already  been  ; 
The  future  will  repeat  the  past. 
And  as  the  first  shall  be  the  last,  — 
Ages  of  change  between. 


The  loathsome  fatal  sin 

Of  man,  it  hath  been  long  ago 
Sin's  penalty  of  death  and  pain 
Have  held  earth  in  its  iron  chain 

For  ages  dark  of  woe. 


NEW   AXD    OLD.  83 


The  wondrous  love  of  God 

To  man,  it  hath  been  long  ago  ; 
It  is,  and  it  shall  be  revealed, 
Though  long  in  mystery  concealed : 
Earth  with  that  love  shall  glow. 


The  Paradise  of  God 

Hath  been,  and  yet  again  shall  be, 
In  beauty  on  this  tarnished  earth, 
When  at  Creation's  second  birth 

Death  and  the  curse  shall  flee. 


Once  the  first  Adam  reigned. 

Ere  earth  had  known  the  deadly  stain ; 
Soon  the  last  Adam  shall  appear, 
And  with  His  church  in  glory  here, 

Begin  the  holy  reign. 


84  THE  HEAVENLY  ANCHOR. 

THE  HEAVENLY  ANCHOR. 

Heb.  vi.  19. 

Sure  anchor  of  the  soul ! 

The  hope  that  knows  no  shame ; 
Which  rests  upon  the  mercy-seat, 

Immovably  the  same. 

Hope  resting  upon  love ! 

What  tempest  can  us  part  ? 
Thou  canst  not  change  with  changing  years, 

Nor  cheat  the  trusting  heart. 

Sure  anchor  of  the  soul ! 

My  faith  lays  hold  of  thee  ; 
Thou  canst  not  drag,  nor  part,  though  fierce 

The  storm  upon  my  sea. 

Hope,  fixed  within  the  veil 

Where  love  has  its  abode ; 
Love,  sealed  with  blood,  and  flowing  from 

The  bosom  of  our  God. 


THE    HEAVENLY   ANCHOR.  85 

Hope  given  to  us  by  love,  — 

A  love  which  finds  its  way 
Through  the  great  channel  of  the  cross, 

And  turns  our  night  to  day. 

No  power  of  wave  or  wind 

Can  loose  the  steadfast  grasp 
Of  our  tossed  vessel  in  the  storm, 

Or  faith's  sui'e  chain  unclasp. 

That  which  can  sweep  through  heaven, 

And  the  great  throne  assail. 
Alone  can  touch  thee  where  thou  art. 

Firm  fixed  within  the  veil. 

In  evil  days  of  storm 

This  anchor  holds  us  still ; 
Firm  fastened  to  the  mercy-seat, 

We  di-ead  no  power  of  ill. 

"We  cannot  di'ift  nor  sink, 

In  life  and  death  secure  ; 
We  ride  upon  the  breaker's  crest, 

And  yet  feel  calm  and  sure. 


86  LET   US    DRAW   NEAR. 

Bright  hope,  fair  mercy-seat ! 

We  keep  our  hold  of  you ; 
Through  each  day's  tossing  of  the  deep, 

We  have  you  still  in  view. 


LET  US   DRAW  NEAR. 

No  distance  now !  the  far-off  and  the  near 

Have  met  in  peace  around  the  one  dear  cross ; 

The  Jew  and  Greek,  the  free  and  bond  are  here, 
Counting  all  loss  as  gain,  all  gain  but  loss. 

The  hour  is  come !  men  worship  now  the  Lord 

No  longer  at  Jerusalem  alone ; 
But  over  all  the  earth,  with  one  accord ; 

True  worshippers  of  Him  whose  name  is  One. 

Into  the  holiest  by  the  blood  we  go. 
Boldly  along  the  new  and  living  way ; 

Our  conscience  purged,  our  vesture  fair  as  snow. 
Our  earthly  night  exchanged  for  heavenly  day. 


LET    US    DRAW   NEAR.  87 

With  the  true  heart  and  the  sure  faith  we  come, 
Sprinkled,  and  jDurged,  and  made  all  over  clean ; 

No  evil  conscience  whisi^ering  doubt  or  gloom, 
Without  no  shadow,  and  no  dread  within. 

In  through  the  veil  we  pass  without  a  fear ; 

The  rich-wrought  veil,  that  guarded  once  the  door, 
Now  rent  in  twain,  invites  us  to  draw  near. 

And  tread  with  reverent  joy  the  holy  floor. 

The  golden  mercy-seat  stands  full  in  sight, 

Our  High  Priest  seated  there  dispensing  grace, 

The  ark,  the  cherubim,  the  glory  bright, 
With  incense  filling  all  that  holy  place. 

One  Christ,  one  cross,  one  sacrifice,  one  Priest, 

One  altar,  and  one  temple  for  us  all ; 
One  S25irit  in  whose  common  love  we  rest. 

One  God  and  Father  on  whose  name  we  call. 

One  love  descending  from  one  common  Lord, 
One  love  ascending  from  ten  thousand  souls ; 

One  brightness  from  on  high  upon  us  poured, 
One  song  of  praise  for  ever  upward  rolls. 


88  LET   US    DRAW   NEAR. 

Son  of  the  Blessed,  Christ  our  Lord  and  King, 

To  Thy  one  everlasting  mercy-seat 
Thy  church  on  earth  her  jDrayers  and  wants  would  brmg, 

Round  it  the  ransomed  multitudes  now  meet. 

Creation's  root  and  centre,  around  whom 
God's  universe  of  being,  far  and  wide, 

Shall  yet  be  seen  revolving,  when  the  gloom 
Shall  pass  away  of  time's  dull  eventide. 

Thy  chm'ch's  Head  and  Bridegroom,  in  whose  love 
Thy  chosen  bride  shall  yet  more  fully  rest, 

When  the  fair  heritage  below,  above, 

Shall  be  revealed,  in  spotless  glory  drest. 

Thy  Israel's  God  and  Lord,  the  builder  up 
Of  Thy  Jerusalem's  long-broken  wall, 

When  from  her  lips  shall  pass  the  bitter  cup 

She  gave  Thee  once,  the  wormwood  and  the  gall. 

Faith  finds  Thee  near,  and  walks  with  Thee  below, 
Without  the  shadow  of  a  cloud  or  gloom ; 

Hope  sees  the  crown  upon  Thy  pierced  brow. 
All  earth  renewed,  and  the  great  kingdom  come. 


THE  THINGS  THAT  GOD  HATH  CLEANSED.    89 


THE   THINGS   THAT    GOD   HATH 
CLEANSED. 

Acts  x.  15. 

"Tttvov  dex^cu,  tva  koI  vttvov  evhryrjari'  rdxa  koX  Konia,  Iva 
Kol  Tov  KOTTOV  ayiocn}'  raxo.  koI  daKpvei,  Iva  to  ^aKfwov  eTraLverbv 
uTzepyuoriraL.  —  Gbeg.  Naz.  Orat.  31. 

By  sleep  He  consecrated  sleep, 

And  taught  us  how  to  lay  our  head, 

With  trust  like  His,  divine  and  deep, 
In  slumber  on  our  nightly  bed. 

By  death  He  consecrated  death, 
And  made  the  grave  a  holy  home, 

In  which  our  flesh,  the  turf  beneath, 
Shall  rest  in  hope  until  He  come. 

Resting,  He  consecrated  rest, 

And  bade  us  in  His  rest  to  dwell, 

As  when,  with  weariness  oppressed, 
He  sat  at  noon  on  Sychar's  well. 


90  WHAT    WE    SHALL    BE. 

Weeping,  He  consecrated  tears, 

And  showed  the  mourner  how  to  weep; 

And  yet  the  tear-sick  eye  He  clears, 
Lest  sorrow  be  too  long  and  deep. 

Born  as  a  man  is  born,  and  laid 
In  weakness  on  a  woman's  knee, 

He  consecrates  the  cradle-bed. 
Ennobling  human  infancy. 

Loving,  He  consecrated  love. 
Lifting  it  out  of  human  sin. 
Making  it  pure  like  that  above. 
And  deepening  the  fount  within. 


WHAT  WE   SHALL   BE. 

Patdatim  plena. 

Eee  long  we  shall  be  full ;  as  night  by  night 
Yon  crescent  moon  fills  up  its  silver  bow, 

So  we  fill  up  that  fulness  of  pure  light, 
Lito  whose  beauty  we  shall  hourly  grow. 


WHAT   WE    SHALL    BE.  91 

Slowly  it  fills,  and  yet  it  tarries  not ; 

StOl  adding  to  its  curve  of  spotless  white, 
As  on  it  rolls,  suffering  no  cloud  or  blot 

To  mar  the  growing  fulness  of  its  light. 

Slowly  we  fill,  and  yet  the  fulness  flows. 

Nor  cloud  nor  storm  its  pureness  can  absorb ; 

Gently  we  grow,  and  yet  the  brightness  grows 
Into  the  circle  of  the  perfect  orb. 

"With  steadfast  face  yon  moon  still  keeps  its  eye 
Fixed  on  the  central  sun  by  day,  by  night ; 

Nothing  between  in  that  translucent  sky. 

And  in  his  light  gTows  hourly  yet  more  bright. 

Thus,  with  our  eye  on  yon  eternal  sun, 
We  fill  up  the  ftdl  measure  of  our  light. 

Growing  like  Him  who  sliineth,  taking  on 
Each  hour  the  image  of  His  glory  bright. 


92  THE    STONE    ROLLED    AWAY. 


THE    STONE   ROLLED   AWAY. 

All  night  upon  the  city  wall 

The  moon  had  hung  her  veil, 
And  o'er  the  slopes  of  Olivet 

Had  flung  her  splendor  pale. 

On  Golgotha's  dark  blood-steeped  turf 
All  night  her  beams  had  shone : ' 

'Twas  silence  then ;  the  groans  had  ceased 
The  shouting  crowd  was  gone. 

All  night  within  the  rocky  tomb 

The  holy  body  lay, 
Until  the  messenger  from  heaven 

Announced  the  rising  day. 

From  heaven,  ere  morn  awoke,  he  came, 

On  mightier  errand  sent 
Than  to  light  up  another  star 

In  that  clear  firmament. 


THE    STOXE    ROLLED    AWAY.  93 

To  roll  away  the  stone  he  came, 

Which  sealed  the  wondrous  tomb, 
In  which  the  immortal  One  had  lain 

Shut  up  in  mortal  gloom. 

Man's  hands  had  hewn  the  yirgin  rock, 
Man's  hands  had  jDlaced  the  stone ; 

But  that  which  rolls  it  back  must  be 
An  angel's  hand  alone. 

Down  from  the  highest  heaven  of  heavens 

He  comes  to  break  the  seal ; 
Without  a  word,  to  thrust  aside 

The  Roman  sentinel. 

He  rolls  it  back,  and  takes  his  seat 

In  silence  on  it  there ; 
His  coimtenance  the  lightning  flash, 

His  robe  divinely  fair. 

Upon  that  stone  of  earth  he  sits 

In  silence,  there  to  wait 
Till  the  three  days'  imprisoned  King 

Shall  issue  from  the  gate ;  — 


94  THE    STONE    ROLLED    AWAY. 

That  rocky  gate,  misnamed  of  death, 
From  which  comes  forth  in  power 

The  First-begotten  of  the  dead, 
Death's  mighty  Conqueror. 

So  Cometh  still  to  us  from  heaven 

A  blessed  angel  oft, 
A  gentle  messenger  of  Hght, 

With  footstep  fair  and  soft. 

Oh,  many  and  many  a  stone  from  us 
Has  thus  been  rolled  away : 

It  seemed  too  vast  for  us  to  touch, 
As  o'er  the  gate  it  lay. 

When  we  awoke  at  early  dawn. 
We  said  with  troubled  heart : 

Who  shall  roll  back  the  ponderous  stone, 
Or  bid  our  fears  depart  ? 

As  we  went  forth,  we  found  with  joy 
The  dreaded  care  had  flown ; 

We  saw  no  hand,  we  heard  no  voice, 
And  yet  the  stone  was  gone ! 


THE    STONE    ROLLED    AWAY.  95 

And  on  it  sat  an  angel  fair, 

All  heaven  upon  his  face ; 
He  pointed  to  a  risen  Lord, 

And  spoke  sweet  words  of  grace. 

And  all  the  day  our  hearts  were  light, 

With  holy  gladness  gay ; 
The  dreaded  thing  had  taken  wing ; 

The  stone  was  rolled  away. 

That  which  shut  in  our  gracious  Lord, 

And  hid  Him  from  our  sight. 
Was  gone  ;  and  Jesus  had  come  forth, 

The  Prince  of  Love  and  Light. 

The  stone  for  ever  rolled  away. 

The  angel  sitting  there, 
Were  pledges  of  a  heavenly  grace 

That  banished  all  our  care. 

Oh,  on  how  many  an  earthly  grief 

Or  fear,  a  light  unknown 
Has,  with  a  joyful  suddenness. 

In  heavenly  glory  shone! 


96  THE    STONE   ROLLED    AWAY. 

To  many  a  tomb  of  earthly  tears 
Comes  one  of  heavenly  mien ; 

On  many  a  gloomy  stone  of  life 
An  angel  sits  unseen. 

Yes,  thus,  when  the  sweet  morning's  sun 
Night's  ravelled  brow  unknits, 

On  many  a  stone  of  earth  below 
A  gentle  angel  sits. 

Fresh  from  the  heavens  he  has  come  down, 

And  on  the  massive  stone 
Which  he  has  rolled  away  he  rests, 

To  watch  the  rising  sun. 

And  with  the  rising  sun  he  goes 

His  work  to  do  for  man  ; 
The  daily  work  of  heavenly  love 

Which  only  angels  can. 


FOB'  EVER  PERFECT. 


FOR  EVER  PERFECT. 

Quickly  bright  life  withers, 
Quickly  fond  ones  part ; 

Quickly  links  are  broken, 
Binding  heart  to  heart. 

Slowly  grief  departeth. 

Slowly  wounds  are  healed ; 

Slowly  joy  returneth, 
Slowly  blanks  are  filled. 

Is  there  no  high  region 
Where  life  never  dies, 

Where  the  love  remaineth 
In  beloved  eyes ;  — 

Where  no  stars  are  falling, 

Where  no  thunders  chide, 
Where  no  sun  is  scorching. 
And  no  streams  are  dried ;  - 
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98  FOR   EVER   PERFECT. 

Where  no  winter  freezes, 
And  no  spoiler  strips 

July's  summer  roses 
From  beloved  lips ;  — 

Where  no  foreheads  wrinkle, 
And  no  locks  are  gray ; 

Where  we  see  no  dear  ones 
Dyingday  by  day;  — 

Where  the  deathbed  moaning 
Is  a  thing  imknown, 

Where  no  hands  are  gi'aving 
Names  upon  the  stone ;  — 

Where  the  May  is  endless, 
And  the  noons  all  clear ; 

Where  the  beauty  shineth 
Round  the  summer  year ;  — 

WTiere  the  love-linked  circle 
Never  snaps  in  twain, 

And  the  household  mirror 
Taketh  on  no  stain  ;  — 


FOR   EVER   PERFECT.  99 

Where  no  picture,  hanging 

On  ancestral  halls, 
Bright  with  mellow  sweetness, 

Long  lost  love  recalls ;  — 

Where  no  garden  flower-plots 

Weed-bewildered  stand, 
And  the  untrained  roses 

Show  the  broken  band  ? 

Yes,  there  comes  a  region 

Where  our  Hfe  shall  be 
Health  in  all  its  freshness, 

Immortahty ! 

Where  the  breathing  fragrance. 

On  the  holy  hills, 
Tender  and  untainted. 

Heavenly  strength  distils ;  — 

Where  the  grave  is  rifled 

Of  its  precious  store, 
And  each  mound  is  levelled. 

To  be  raised  no  more. 


100  SHOW   us   JESUS. 


SHOW  US  JESUS. 

Lead  us,  0  Lord,  to  Bethlehem ; 
Show  us  the  child  there  born, 
The  Son  to  us  there  given : 

There  show  us  Christ  the  Lord, 

Keveal  the  love  of  God. 


Take  us,  0  Lord,  to  Nazareth ; 
Show  us  the  tender  plant, 
The  root  from  the  dry  ground 

There  show  us  Christ  the  Lord, 

Reveal  the  love  of  God. 


Lord,  guide  us  to  Gethsemane  ; 
Show  us  the  sweat  of  blood, 
Make  known  the  agony : 
There  show  us  Christ  the  Lord, 
Reveal  the  love  of  God. 


SHOW    US    JESUS.  101 


Lord,  bring  us  on  to  Calvary ; 
Display  the  cross  of  shame, 
Show  us  the  sacrifice : 
There  show  us  Christ  the  Lord, 
Reveal  the  love  of  God. 


Lord,  take  us  to  the  empty  tomb, 
And  say,  He  is  not  here ; 
Lo,  He  is  risen  indeed : 

There  show  us  Christ  the  Lord, 

Reveal  the  love  of  God. 


Place  us  at  last  on  Ohvet, 
Whereon  His  feet  shall  stand 
When  He  shall  come  again  : 
There  show  us  Christ  the  Lord, 
Reveal  the  love  of  God. 


102  THE    SECOND    DEATH. 


THE   SECOND   DEATH. 


Prima  mors  animam  nolentem  toUit  i  corpore ;  secunda  animam  no- 
lentem  tenet  in  corpore ;  ab  utraque  morte  id  habetur,  ut  quod  non  vult 
anima  de  suo  corpore  patiatur.  —  Augustlne. 


They  die,  and  die  not ;  theirs  is  life  in  death, 
And  death  in  life ;  a  living  death  for  aye : 

Done  with  earth's  sunshine,  done  with  heaven's  fresh 
breath, 
Shut  in  with  utter  darkness,  and  shut  out  fi'om  day. 

They  might  have  lived ;  for  He  who  loved  and  died 

Came  with  the  words  of  immortality. 
But  Him  they  would  not  hear,  when  by  their  side ; 

And  now  His  grace  has  passed  beyond  their  reach 
away. 

Now  death,  the  death  that  dies  not,  has  become 

Their  dismal  heritage  in  realms  below. 
0  endless  deathbed  !  0  eternal  tomb  ! 

O  never-coming  bliss,  but  ever-coming  woe ! 


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THESE    ARE    THE    TRUE    SAYINGS    OF    GOD.        103 

0  second  death  !  the  death  of  life,  and  all 

That  makes  life  worth  the  living !     0  thou  deep, 

Deep  sadness  of  the  soul's  dread  funeral, 

At  which,  if  angels  can,  they  sui*e  must  ever  weep. 

To  them  the  resurrection  comes  in  vain. 

It  comes  ;  but  to  the  death  of  deaths  they  rise,  — 
The  second  death,  the  death  of  deadly  j^ain, 

From  which  all  hojDe  departs,  from  which  all  comfort 
flies. 

0  Thou,  the  sinner's  hope,  ere  hope  be  gone, 

Save  Thy  lost  creature  fi'om  that  death  of  doom. 

Oh,  pluck  the  prey  from  the  destroying  one ; 

Oh,  raise  him,  raise  him  now  from  sin's  sad  prison- 
tomb. 


THESE  ARE  THE  TRUE  SAYINGS  OF  GOD. 

Sure  the  record ;  Christ  has  come ! 

Rich,  for  us  became  He  poor. 
O  my  soul,  then  know  His  love ; 

Love  Him,  serve  Him  evermore. 


104   THESE  ARE  THE  TRUE  SAYINGS  OF  GOD. 

Sure  the  record ;  Christ  has  died, 
Bearing  on  the  cross  our  sin ; 

Is  not  this  the  gate  of  life  ? 
Son  of  Adam,  enter  in ! 

Sure  the  record ;  Christ  is  risen, 
He  hath  broken  every  chain : 

Silent  stands  the  emiDty  tomb^ 
Never  to  be  filled  again. 

Sure  the  promise ;  Christ  will  come, 
Though  the  promise  lingers  still : 

Heavy  seems  the  wing  of  time. 
Weary  with  the  weight  of  ill. 

Signs  are  mustering  everywhere. 
And  the  world  is  growing  old ; 

Love  is  low  and  faith  is  dull, 

Truth  and  right  are  bought  and  sold ! 

Then  when  men  are  heedless  grown. 
And  the  virgins  slumber  all, 

When  iniquity  abounds. 

Then  He  cometh,  Judge  of  all ! 


THE    LIGHT   IS    CO^rE.  105 

Cometh  He  to  raise  BKs  own, 

Wipe  the  tear  from  every  eye ; 
Cometh  He  to  right  the  wrong, 

Trodden  truth  to  lift  on  high. 

To  dethrone  the  lie  of  lies, 

Each  dark  falsehood  to  destroy ; 
To  begin  the  age  of  light, 

Earth's  long  sighed-for  Sabbath-joy. 


THE   LIGHT  IS   COME. 

Out  of  darkness  into  light 
Jesus  calls  the  sons  of  night ; 
Out  of  midnight  into  day 
Jesus  bids  us  come  away. 
Arise  !  arise  and  shine  ! 

Thy  light,  thy  light  is  come  ; 
The  glory  of  the  Lord 
Is  risen  upon  our  gloom. 

From  the  prison-house  of  sin. 
From  the  foes  without,-  within  ; 


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106  THE    LIGHT    IS    COME. 

From  this  mortal  weariness, 

Jesus  calls  to  joy  and  peace. 

Arise !  arise  and  shine ! 

Thy  light,  thy  light  is  come ; 
The  glory  of  the  Lord 
Is  risen  upon  our  gloom. 

From  this  world's  alluring  snares, 
From  its  perils  and  its  cares, 
From  its  vanity  and  strife, 
Jesus  beckons  us  to  life. 

Arise !  arise  and  shine ! 

Thy  light,  thy  light  is  come ; 
The  glory  of  the  Lord 
Is  risen  upon  our  gloom. 

From  the  vanities  of  youth. 
Into  rest,  and  love,  and  truth, 
Into  joy  that  never  palls, 
Jesus  in  His  mercy  calls. 
Arise !  arise  and  shine ! 

Thy  light,  thy  light  is  come  ; 
The  glory  of  the  Lord 
Is  risen  upon  our  gloom. 


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PRAISE.  107 


PRAISE. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  all  things  that  be ! 
Sky,  sun,  and  moon,  with  every  star ; 
All  things  above,  below,  Him  praise. 
In  whom  we  live,  and  move,  and  are. 
Praise  ye  the  Lord ! 
Praise  Him  with  one  accord ; 
Praise*  Him  for  evermore. 

Praise  ye  the  everlasting  God ! 

The  God  of  majesty  and  might ; 
The  God  of  grace,  and  truth,  and  love. 
The  God  of  glory  infinite. 
Praise  ye  the  Lord ! 
Praise  Him  with  one  accord ; 
Praise  Him  for  evermore. 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  one  Jehovah,  God,  and  Lord ;  — 


108  THE   FOUNTAIN-HEAD    OP   BEAUTY. 

Creator  of  the  earth  and  heaven, 
For  ever  be  His  name  adored. 
Praise  ye  the  Lord ! 
Praise  Him  with  one  accord ; 
Praise  Him  for  evermore. 


THE   FOUNTAIN-HEAD   OF  BEAUTY. 

I  WAS  in  love  with  hill  and  vale, 

The  noon's  warm  flush,  the  star-light  pale. 

The  murmur  of  the  midnight  gale. 

The  mirth  of  wayward  streams. 
I  wooed  the  silence  of  the  night. 
The  blushes  of  the  bursting  light. 
The  sea's  green  depths,  the  heaven's  blue  height, 

And  days  went  by  in  dreams. 

I  sought  the  shadows  of  the  wood, 
I  woke  the  glen's  low  solitude ; 
I  mused  above  the  mountain-flood,  — 
Days  of  the  rock  and  grove ! 


I 


THE    FOUNTAIN-HEAD    OF   BEAUTY.  109 

The  tide's  great  ebb  and  flow,  to  me 
Was  speech,  and  psalm,  and  minstrelsy ; 
O  musical  and  mighty  sea ! 

Yomig  life  went  by  in  love. 

And  shall  I  cease  to  love  you  now, 
Ye  hills  above,  ye  rocks  below, 
Because  I  see  your  beauty  flow 

From  God  the  only  wise  ? 
Shall  I  not  love  you,  praise  you  more  ? 
And  fill  me  with  your  beauty's  store, 
The  glory  of  earth's  wondrous  shore. 

And  splendor  of  its  skies  ? 

When  faith  has  now  restored  to  me 
All  childhood's  dear  simplicity. 
And,  in  heaven's  own  sweet  liberty, 

Made  me  once  more  a  child ; 
When,  standing  by  the  cross,  I  read 
All  nature  in  the  light  thence  shed, 
No  darkness  and  no  guilty  dread, — 

Bricrht  with  the  undefiled. 


110  REMEMBER   ME. 


EEMEMBER  ME. 

Nihil  apud  Deum  tutius  supplicante.  —  EimoD.  Ep. 

Now  at  the  Father's  side, 
On  the  eternal  throne! 
But  once  in  infant-weakness  laid 
In  lowly  Bethlehem's  manger-bed, 
Child  of  a  woman  born  ! 

Jesus  the  Christ,  the  Son  of  God, 
Remember  me. 


Now  in  the  heaven  of  heavens. 
Worshipped  by  angels  high ! 
But  once  upon  the  earth  beneath. 
With  sinful  men  in  Nazareth, 
And  devils  in  the  waste  ! 

Jesus  the  Chi'ist,  the  Son  of  God, 
Remember  me. 


I 


INTERCESSION.  Ill 

Now  'mid  eternal  songs, 

Thyself  the  glorious  theme,  — 
The  once  derided  here. 
Object  of  scoff,  and  taunt,  and  sneer. 
Bearing  the  curse  for  us ! 

Jesus  the  Christ,  the  Son  of  God, 
Remember  me. 


INTERCESSION. 

Quare  tu,  verbi  minister,  interim  insta  et  munito  muros  et  turres 
Hierusalem,  donee  et  te  invadant.  Vocationem  et  dona  agnoscis.  Ego 
pro  te  unice  oro;  si  quid  potest  (siciit  non  dubito)  oratio  mea.  Tu  ergo 
mutuum  redde,  et  portemu^  invicem  onus  istud.  Nos  soli  adliuc 
stamus  in  acie ;  te  quaerent  post  me.  —  Luther  to  ]MELA2fCTH0X. 

When  it  is  well  with  thee  before  thy  God, 
Remember  those  with  whom  it  is  not  well ; 

Bear  them  upon  thy  heart  before  that  God 

In  whose  glad  presence  thou  hast  learned  to  dwell. 

Pray  for  thy  friends :  let  the  full  heart  go  out 
For  all  thou  lovest  here ;  forget  not  one : 

Count  o'er  the  precious  names ;  nor  let   a  doubt 
Obtrude  that  God  upon  thy  cry  can  frown. 


112  INTERCESSION. 

For  the  dear  church  of  God  thy  prayers  prolong, 

The  one  wide  family  of  God  below, 
The  little  flock  of  every  tribe  and  tongue ; 

All  one  in  faith,  in  love,  in  joy  and  woe. 

For  all  the  many  members  of  that  throng, 
And  for  each  fellow-pilgrim  lone  and  faint ; 

KJiown  or  imknown,  the  feeble  or  the  strong, 
For  each  hard-pressed  and  sorrow-stricken  saint. 

Plead  for  the  bleeding  heart  and  burdened  soul, 
Plead  for  the  weary  and  the  wounded  here ; 

Ask  that  the  God  of  health  would  make  them  whole,        j 
And  the  great  Comforter  dispense  His  cheer. 

Plead  for  the  weary  earth,  upon  whose  breast 

Ages  of  evil  and  unrighteousness 
Have  lain,  unbroken  by  one  hour  of  rest ; 

Plead  for  the  hast'ning  of  the  age  of  peace. 

Plead  for  the  advent  of  the  promised  ICng, 
The  reign  of  heavenly  glory  here  on  earth. 

The  budding  of  the  world's  eternal  spring. 
The  coming  of  creation's  second  birth. 


TAKEN   AWAY  FROM   THE    EYIL    TO    COME.       113 


TAKEN    AWAY    FROM    THE    EVIL    TO 
COME. 

He  died  to  live ;  for  Jesus  died : 

He  lives,  to  die  no  more. 
Why  weep  for  one  whose  tears  are  dried, 

For  whom  all  death  is  o'er  ? 

You  miss  the  little  footstep  here, 

You  miss  the  golden  smile ; 
You  miss  the  sunny  locks  so  fair, 

You  miss  the  playftd  wile. 

Yet  all  is  well ;  you  part  to  meet 
And  clasp  your  gem  once  more, 

When  all  shall  deathless  be,  and  sweet, 
On  the  eternal  shore. 

In  the  first  opening  stage  of  life 

The  little  traveller  failed ; 
Too  rough  the  road,  too  fuU  of  strife,  — 

The  gentle  spirit  quailed ! 


114  RELICS    OF    LOVE. 

He  laid  him  down  to  sleep,  and  slept 

In  smiling  sleep  away : 
He  waked  not,  though  we  called  and  wept ; 

He  would  not, —  would  not  stay. 

Gently  he  sighed,  and  gently  sank 

Ere  morning  had  begun  ; 
Closing  his  eyes  as  if  he  shrank 

From  gazing  on  the  sun. 

In  the  jfirst  storm  the  little  bark 
Went  down  beneath  the  foam  ; 

In  its  first  flight  the  little  lark 
Soared  to  its  kindred  home. 


RELICS   OF  LOVE. 

The  farewell  is  complete ;  the  grave 

Is  waiting  for  the  dead : 
Only  the  tresses  we  retain 

That  graced  that  gentle  head. 


KELICS    OF   LOVE.  115 

All  else  is  gone ;  corruption's  touch 

Has  quenched  her  kistre  now : 
These  shine  as  fresh  as  when  they  feU 

Like  sunbeams  o'er  her  brow. 

The  eye,  the  lip,  the  smile  are  gone ; 

But  ye  with  us  still  stay : 
Ye  are  the  amaranths  of  love, 

That  moulder  not  away. 

O  tresses  of  the  beauteous  dead, 

Fair  locks  with  hUes  twined ; 
All  that  remains  of  loveliness, 

Like  sunbeams  left  behind. 

Like  daylight  left  on  golden  clouds, 

When  fades  the  evening  light ; 
The  one  dear  relic  of  the  face 

That  made  our  home  so  bright. 

Leave  us  these  rehcs  of  our  child, 

The  braid  of  silken  hair 
That  hung  above  the  azure  eye. 

So  sparkHng  and  so  fair. 


116  RELICS    OF    LOVE. 

We  cannot  always  bear  the  sight, 
And  yet  we  would  not  part 

With  these  sweet  fragments  of  a  form 
So  treasm-ed  in  our  heart. 

We  gaze,  and  then  we  turn  away, 
And  then  we  gaze  again ; 

Then  turn  away,  and  lay  them  by, 
Till  time  has  soothed  the  pain. 

One  more  embrace,  another  sound, 

Though  but  a  passing  sigh,  — 
That  would  be  bhss,  another  glance 
Of  the  beloved  eye. 

For  this  we  wait ;  hope  is  not  dead : 
We  look  above  this  gloom 

To  the  bright  morn  when  we  shall  meet 
In  hght  beyond  the  tomb. 


I 


THE  FULNESS  OF  THE  UNSEEN.        117 


THE  FULNESS  OF  THE  UNSEEN. 

In  vain,  in  vain  with  human  love 
To  fill  this  longing  heart  I  strove. 
A  stranger  to  the  joys  above ;  — 

It  would  not  thus  be  filled ! 
In  vain,  in  vain  on  earthly  ground 
I  sought  what  could  not  here  be  found, 
The  healing  of  a  hidden  wound ;  — 

It  would  not  thus  be  healed ! 

In  vain,  in  vain  I  tried  to  roll 
Life's  load  to  some  dim,  distant  goal, 
To  feed  on  dust  a  famished  soul ;  — 

It  would  not  thus  be  fed ! 
Created  beauty  was  a  di'eam, 
Created  love  a  fair,  fond  gleam. 
Created  joy  a  fitful  stream  ;  — 

It  would  not  always  flow ! 


118  LIGHT    OF    LIFE. 

O  loveliness  of  time,  how  poor ! 

O  gay,  gay  world,  how  soon  your  store 

Is  emptied,  to  be  filled  no  more !  — 

Thou  canst  not  soothe  nor  cure. 
O  Christ  of  God,  alone  in  Thee 
All  beauty,  love,  and  joy  I  see  ; 
My  all  shalt  Thou  for  ever  be ;  — 

Thou  canst  not  change  nor  die ! 


LIGHT  OF   LIFE. 

Light  of  life,  so  softly  shining 
From  the  blood-besprinkled  tree, 
Never  waning  nor  declining, 
Shine,  shine  on  me ! 

Light  of  life,  so  sweetly  gleaming 
Down  upon  our  troubled  sea, 
With  the  love  of  Jesus  beaming, 
Shine,  shine  on  me ! 


LIGHT    OF   LIFE.  119 

Light  of  life,  that  knows  no  fading ; 
From  all  changes  Thou  art  free. 
Holy  Light,  that  knows  no  shading, 
Shine,  shine  on  me  ! 

Light  of  life,  that  knows  no  setting, 
Day  and  night  Thy  beams  we  see, 
Joy  and  peace  in  us  begetting, 
Shine,  shine  on  me ! 

Light  of  life,  in  childhood's  gladness, 
To  Thy  radiance  we  would  flee  ; 
Be  our  strength  in  days  of  sadness. 
Shine,  shine  on  me  ! 

Light  of  life,  all  health  bestowing. 
Lift  we  up  our  eyes  to  Thee  ; 
From  the  cross  of  Jesus  flowing. 
Shine,  shine  on  me  ! 


120  WIND    SONGS. 


WIND   SONGS. 

Luctantes  ventos,  tempestatesque  sonoras.  —  Vikg.  ^n.  i.  54. 

Sing,  ancient  wind, 

That  hauntest  this  old  hill ; 
As  in  forgotten  days, 

Draw  out  thy  music  still : 
Keep  time  to  the  rich  notes 

Of  this  old  moorland  rill. 

Sing  through  the  forest  firs. 

Sing  through  the  garden-flowers, 

Through  the  broad  forest-oak. 
And  through  the  fragrant  bowers, 

Through  the  high  battlements 
Of  these  half-fallen  towers. 

Sing  round  the  ocean-cliff. 

Sing  o'er  the  swelling  wave  ; 
Sing  down  the  lonely  vale, 


WIND    SONGS.  121 


And  o'er  the  leaf-strewn  grave ; 
Sing  past  the  hollow  arch 
Of  the  far-echoinsf  cave. 


& 


Sing  o'er  the  harvest  field, 

And  down  the  shaded  stream ; 

Sinof  throuoh  the  network  bright 
Of  summer's  twilight  gleam, 

When  gold  and  silver  mix 
Like  colors  in  a  dream. 

Sing  through  the  olive-boughs. 
The  palm-groves  of  the  plain ; 

Sing  through  the  broken  shafts 
Of  temples  cleft  in  twain  ; 

Sinor  throuofh  the  ruined  aisles 
Of  each  long-silent  fane. 

Sing  o'er  Arabia's  sands, 
And  through  Judaea's  hills  ; 

Sing  amid  Horeb's  rocks. 
Or  up  the  leaping  rills 

Which  bounteous  Lebanon 
Out  of  his  fulness  fills. 


122  THE  DAYS  OF  THY  YOUTH. 

Sing  past  Moriah's  mount, 
The  mount  of  festival ; 

Sing  through  old  Salem's  streets, 
And  echo  through  each  hall, 

The  wail  of  ages  long 
At  her  sad  funeral. 


THE   DAYS    OF    THY   YOUTH. 

Give  thou  thy  youth  to  God, 

With  all  its  budding  love  ; 
Send  up  thy  opening  heart  to  Him, 

Fix  it  on  One  above. 

He  seeks  thy  heart,  my  chUd, 
He  wants  to  make  thee  blest ; 

Thy  soul  with  His  own  joy  to  fill. 
To  give  thee  peace  and  rest. 

Be  early  wise  for  heaven. 

Choose  thou  the  narrow  way  ; 

The  gate  is  strait,  the  road  is  rough, 
But  it  will  end  m  day. 


THE    DATS    OF    THY   YOUTH.  123 

Shuii  the  vain,  giddy  crowd ! 

Its  shows,  and  snares,  and  lies  ; 
Above  its  beauty  and  its  love, 

Lift  thou  thy  wandering  eyes. 

Set  thou  thy  heart  on  truth  ! 

The  way  of  truth  is  one. 
Shun  error,  sweet  though  it  may  be  ; 

Look  upward  to  the  sun. 

One  Sun  there  is  above, 

One  sun  of  light  below  ; 
Take  the  one  light  from  the  one  Sun, 

So  shall  thy  light  o'erflow. 

Love  thou  the  book  of  God, 

Prize  every  holy  line  ; 
Steep  in  its  truth  thy  thirsty  soul, 

And  claim  each  hope  as  thine. 

Know  thou  the  God  of  love  ; 

Seek  thou  thy  joy  in  Him, 
A  joy  that  shall  endure  and  bless. 

When  other  joys  grow  dim. 


124  THE  DATS  OF  THY  YOUTH. 

Take  thou  the  side  of  God, 
In  things  or  great  or  small ; 

So  shall  He  ever  take  thy  side, 
And  bear  thee  safe  through  all. 

Aim  high  !  thou  wert  not  made 
To  grovel  on  the  ground : 

Aim  high  !  this  life  is  not  the  last : 
The  higher  lies  beyond. 

Quail  not  before  the  bad, 

Be  brave  for  truth  and  right ; 

Fear  God  alone,  and  ever  walk 
As  in  His  holy  sight. 

Each  stroke  the  marble  moulds, 
And  every  touch  the  clay ; 

Each  sunbeam  rising  from  the  deep 
Unfolds  the  gorgeous  day. 

So  does  each  little  word. 
Or  wish,  or  deed,  or  plan. 

Each  hour's  impression,  help  to  give 
Form  to  the  future  man. 


THE    DAYS    OF    THY   YOUTH.  125 

Shun  what  is  low  or  mean, 
•  Be  generous  and  true ; 
The  noble  models  of  the  past,  — 
Keep  them  before  thy  view. 

Stoop  not  to  brood  on  self, 

Check  the  self-pitying  tone  ; 
Rise  above  self  and  selfish  thoughts, 

And  learn  to  stand  alone. 

Alone,  with  only  God 

For  guidance  and  for  light. 
For  wisdom  and  for  sympathy. 

For  counsel  and  for  might. 

Love  the  broad  fields  of  earth. 

Its  ever  mirthful  flowers  ; 
The  fra^ance  of  its  waving  boughs, 

Alike  in  sun  and  showers. 

Love  all  that  God  hath  made, 

Each  bud,  each  leaf,  and  gem ; 
They  shine  all  fair  in  Him,  and  He 

Shines  beauteously  in  them. 


126  THE  DATS  OF  THY  YOUTH. 


Lest  thou  become  a  lie, 
Thy  life  a  fiction,  and  thy  words 
Mere  words  of  mockery. 

Dread  unreaHty, 

And  be  what  thou  dost  seem  : 
The  true  is  fairer  than  the  false, 

Whatever  men  may  dream. 

Be  real  to  thyself. 

Be  real  to  thy  God, 
Be  real  to  thy  fellow-men  ; 

Keep  thou  the  one  true  road. 

Bend  the  expectant  knee. 

Love  the  still  hour  of  prayer ; 

Go  to  the  seat  of  God,  and  pour 
Thy  heart's  deep  fulness  there. 

Seest  thou  yon  cross  afar  ? 

There  died  the  Son  of  God : 
That  cross,  it  leads  and  beckons  thee 

Along  the  heavenly  road. 


SPEAK,  FOR  THY  SERVANT  HEARETH.      127 


SPEAK,  FOR  THY   SERVANT  HEARETH. 

Speak  Thou  to  me,  O  Son  of  God, 
And  let  my  spirit  hear  Thy  voice  ; 

Speak  with  Thy  still  small  voice  of  love, 
And  let  this  heart  of  mine  rejoice. 

Speak,  as  Thou  didst  when  here  on  earth, 

The  words  of  everlasting  love  ; 
That  my  whole  soul  may  yield  to  Thee, 

And  in  Thy  steps  with  gladness  move. 

Take-ftdl  possession  of  this  heart, 

Leave  there  no  part  imtouched,  unfilled  ; 

Withdraw  each  veil  that  hides  Thy  face, 
And  let  Thy  glory  be  revealed. 

Tell  of  Thy  love  and  grace,  O  Christ, 
Tell  of  Thy  ever-cleansing  blood  ; 

Tell  of  Thy  cross  and  sacrifice. 

And  draw  this  longing  heart  to  God. 


128  SPEAK,   FOR   THY    SERVANT    HEARETH. 

Put  forth  Thy  power,  O  mighty  Lord, 

Break  down  this  proud  rebellious  will : 
Root  out  the  unbelief  within  ; 

0  teach  me,  teach  me  to  be  still. 

Say,  "  I  am  thine,"  and  teach  me,  Lord, 
To  answer  with  a  glad  Amen  ; 

Teach  me  to  say,  "  And  I  am  Thine, 
Thou  fairest  of  the  sons  of  men." 

Say,  "  Peace  I  leave  with  thee,  my  peace 

To  thee  for  evermore  I  give :  " 
Say,  "  I  am  life,  my  life  is  thine, 

1  live,  and  ye  shall  also  Hve." 

Abide  with  us  and  in  us,  Lord, 

Help  us  to  keep  Thy  cross  in  view  ; 

Oh  tell  us  all  Thou  art,  and  say, 
"  Abide  in  me,  and  I  m  you." 

Put  Thy  left  hand  beneath  my  head, 
Let  Thy  right  hand  embrace  me  still ; 

Oh  bring  me  to  Thy  festal  haU, 
And  let  me  drink  of  love  my  fiU. 


THE    JUST    FOR    THE    UXJUST.  129 

Oh  speak  the  word,  "  Rise  up,  my  love ; 

Rise  up,  my  fair  one,  come  away  : 
The  rain  is  o'er,  the  winter  past. 

The  flowers  appear,  'tis  May,  'tis  May  !  " 

Speak  to  the  day,  and  it  shall  break ; 

Speak  to  the  shadows,  —  they  shall  flee  : 
Then  shall  we  see  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

And  be  for  ever.  Lord,  with  Thee. 


THE   JUST  FOR  THE   UNJUST. 

In  te  mortem  mors  necavit; 
Dum.  se  ipsum  immolavit 

Vera  Christus  hostia.  —  Old  HviES'. 

The  Son  of  God  descends ; 

The  promised  Child  is  born ; 
The  eternal  Word  becometh  flesh ; 

Shineth  the  star  of  morn ! 

He  lives  a  human  life ; 

A  human  death  He  dies ; 
Lies  buried  in  a  human  grave, 
The  accepted  sacrifice. 
6*  I 


130  THE   JUST   FOR   THE    UNJUST. 

He  risetli  from  the  tomb, 
And  leaveth  in  His  stead 

The  mortal  wrappings  of  the  flesh, 
The  raiment  of  the  dead. 

He  took  our  place  below, 
We  take  His  place  on  high : 

Pie  lived  that  we  might  live,  He  died 
That  we  might  never  die. 

Through  Him  we  come  to  Thee, 

O  God  of  holy  love  ! 
He  is  the  way,  the  truth,  the  life, 

Oh  fix  om-  hearts  above  ! 

Our  life  is  in  Thy  love ; 

Without  it  all  is  night : 
Life  is  not  life  without  Thy  love ; 

Thy  friendship  is  our  light. 


FUEJfACE    HEAT.  131 


FURNACE  HEAT. 

Good  is  Thy  will,  O  Lord,  and  good  Thy  way ; 
■  Good  is  Thy  discipline,  though  now  so  sore. 

Good  is  Thy  guidance  in  this  evil  day ; 

Good  will  all  soon  appear,  when  on  the  shore, 
Landed  and  safe,  we  shall  be  tried  no  more. 


Not  joyous  now,  but  grievous,  are  Thy  strokes ; 
And  yet  their  fruit  is  purity  divine. 

Thy  rod  we  need ;  yet  more  Thy  power  and  skill 
To  mould,  according  to  Thy  fair  design,     - 
Thy  perfect  likeness  in  us  line  by  line. 


Yet  spare  us,  spare  us,  for  the  flesh  is  weak, 
And  the  poor  spirit  shrinks  beneath  the  rod ; 

Now  it  is  willing,  then  it  fails  and  faints 
Beneath  the  pressui-e  of  the  heavy  load. 
Asking :  And  must  we  suffer  thus,  O  God  ? 


132  BREAD    ENOUGH    AND    TO    SPARE. 

And  yet  we  dare  not  ask  a  lighter  load, 
A  gentler  discipline,  a  smoother  way, 

An  easier  life  on  earth,  a  sweeter  cup, 

A  tenderer  touch  in  moulding  this  hard  clay ! 
Teach  us  to  trust,  to  suffer,  and  obey. 


We  place  ourselves  within  Thy  holy  hands, 

Saying,  Not  our  will,  Lord,  but  Thine  be  done ! 

All  that  we  need  Thou  knowest,  O  our  God : 
Give  what  we  need,  yet  spare  each  feeble  one 
"What  may  be  sj)ared,  and  yet  the  kingdom  won. 


BREAD  ENOUGH  AND  TO  SPARE. 

The  bread  wlierewith  I  have  fed  you  in  the  wilderness.  — Ex.  xvi.  32. 

Food  of  the  soul,  eternal  bread. 
Which  whoso  eateth  never  dies ; 

Upon  these  desert  sands  spread  out, 
The  hidden  manna  of  the  skies. 


BREAD    ENOUGH    AND    TO    SPAEE.  133 

True  bread  of  heaven,  and  bread  of  God, 

In  thee  we  find  eternal  store : 
To  thee  in  our  deep  need  we  come ; 

Give  us  thyself  for  evermore. 

True  bread  of  life,  the  Father's  gift, 
To  feed  the  famished  sons  of  earth ; 

Who  eateth  of  thee  hungers  not, 
Even  in  this  land  of  human  dearth. 

Life  of  the  dead,  O  livmg  Christ ! 

Pour  in  Thy  life  into  our  death. 
That  we,  all  faint  of  soul,  may  know 

The  power  of  Thine  all-quickening  breath. 

Quickened  by  Thee,  no  death  we  fear ; 

Sustained  by  Thee,  our  weakness  turns 
To  strength  immortal ;  touched  by  Thee, 

Our  coldness  into  fervor  bums. 

Fed  at  Thy  table,  we  are  filled ; 

Each  day  repeats  the  sweet  repast,  — 
Sweeter  and  sweeter  still,  for  Thou 

Keepest  the  best  unto  the  last. 


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134  THE    SUPPER    OF    THANKSGIVING. 


THE   SUPPER   OF   THANKSGIVING. 

For  the  bread  and  for  tlie  wine, 
For  the  pledge  that  seals  Him  mine, 
For  the  words  of  love  divine, 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 

For  the  body  and  the  blood, 
For  the  more  than  angels'  food, 
For  the  boundless  grace  of  God, 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 

For  the  chalice  whence  we  sip 
Moisture  for  the  parched  Hp, 
For  the  board  of  fellowship, 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  O  Lord. 

For  the  feast  of  love  and  peace, 
Bidding  all  our  sorrows  cease, 
Earnest  of  the  kingdom's  bliss. 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 


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THE    SUPPER    OF    THANKSGIVING. 

For  the  heavenly  presence-bread, 
On  the  golden  table  laid, 
Blessed  banquet  for  us  made, 

We  ffive  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 

For  the  paschal  lamb  here  given, 
For  the  loaf  without  the  leaven. 
For  the  manna  dropt  from  heaven, 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  O  Lord. 

Only  bread  and  only  wine. 
Yet  to  faith  the  solemn  sign 
Of  the  heavenly  and  di-^ine  ! 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 

For  the  words  that  tm-n  our  eye 
To  the  cross  of  Calvary, 
Bidding  us  in  faith  di-aw  nigh, 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 

For  the  words  that  fragrance  breathe. 
These  poor  symbols  underneath, 
Words  that  His  own  peace  bequeath, 
We  give  Thee  thanks,  O  Lord. 


135 


136  THE    SUPPER    OF    THANKSGIVING. 

For  the  words  that  tell  of  home, 
Pointing  iis  beyond  the  tomb, 
"  Do  ye  this  until  I  come," 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 

Till  He  come  we  take  the  bread. 
Type  of  Him  on  whom  we  feed, 
Him  who  liveth  and  was  dead ! 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 

Till  »He  come  we  take  the  cup ; 
As  we  at  His  table  sup, 
Eye  and  heart  are  lifted  up  ! 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 

For  that  coming,  here  foreshown. 
For  that  day  to  man  unknown. 
For  the  glory  and  the  throne. 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  0  Lord. 


THE    SUPPER    AND    THE    ADVENT.  137 


THE    SUPPER   AND   THE   ADVENT. 

Till  He  come  we  own  His  name, 

Romicl  His  table  gathering ; 
One  in  love  and  faith  and  hope, 

Waitinoj  for  an  absent  King. 
Blessed  table,  where  the  Lord 

Sets  for  us  His  choicest  cheer ; 
Angels  have  no  feast  like  this, 

Angels  wait,  but  sit  not  here. 


Till  He  come  we  eat  this  bread, 

Seated  round  this  heaven-spread  board ; 
Till  He  come  we  meet  and  feast, 

In  remembrance  of  the  Lord. 
In  the  banquet-house  of  love, 

In  the  Bridegroom's  garden  fair ; 
Thus  we  sit  and  feast  and  praise,  — 

Angels  look,  but  cannot  share. 


.138  THE    SUPPER    AND    THE    ADVENT. 

Till  He  come  we  take  tliis  cup,  — 

Cup  of  blessing  and  of  love ; 
Till  He  come  we  drink  this  wine, 

Emblem  of  the  wine  above,  — 
Emblem  of  the  blood  once  shed, 

Blood  of  Him  our  sins  who  bare 
Angels  look,  but  do  not  drink. 

Angels  never  taste  such  fare. 


Till  He  come,  beneath  the  shade 

Of  His  love  we  sit  and  sing ; 
Over  us  His  banner  waves. 

In  His  hall  of  banqueting. 
Happy  chamber,  where  the  Lord 

Spreads  the  feast  with  viands  rare ; 
Angels  now  are  looking  on, 

Angels  serve,  but  cannot  share. 


Till  He  come,  we  wear  the  badge 
Of  the  ancient  stranger-band ; 

Leaning  on  our  pilgrim-staff, 
Till  we  reach  the  glorious  land. 


THE    SLTPPER    AND    THE    ADVENT.  139 

Homeless  here,  like  Him  we  love, 
Watch  we  still  in  faith  and  prayer ; 

Angels  have  no  watch  like  ours, 
Angels  have  no  cross  to  bear. 

Till  He  come,  we  fain  would  keep 

These  our  robes  of  earth  unsoiled ; 
Looking  for  the  festal  dress, 

Raiment  of  the  im  defiled. 
Ha !  these  robes  of  purest  Hght, 

Fairest  still  among  the  fair  ! 
Angels  gaze,  but  cannot  claim,  — 

Angels  no  such  raiment  wear. 

Till  He  come  we  keep  this  feast, 

Emblem  of  the  feast  above ; 
Marriage-supper  of  the  Lamb, 

Festival  of  joy  and  love. 
Angels  hear  the  bridal-song, 

Angels  set  the  festal  fare : 
Angels  hear,  but  cannot  join  ; 

Angels  wait,  but  cannot  share. 


140  THE  master's  voice. 


THE  jMASTER'S   VOICE. 

The  Master  saith,  "  My  time  is  now  at  hand :  " 
We  hear  His  words,  and  we  at  once  obey. 

Prepare  the  feast,  is  His  divine  command ; 

Thus  we  iDrepare  the  board,  and  feast  with  Him  to- 
day. 

Prepare,  O  Master,  these  dull  hearts  of  ours 
For  this  Thy  feast,  else  all  in  vain  is  S23read ; 

Prepare  our  hearts,  that  with  new-quickened  powers 
We  may  converse  with  Thee,  and  eat  the  blessed 
bread. 

The  Master  saith,  "  Be  ready,  for  I  come  ; " 
We  hear  His  warning  voice,  and  we  prepare. 

It  is  a  voice  which  bids  us  hasten  home, 

Which  bids  us  rise  from  earth  to  meet  Him  in  the  air. 


THE    master's    voice.  141 

0  Master,  we  have  heard  Thy  loving  voice  ; 

Eouse  our  cold  spirits  with  Thy  solemn  word : 
Say,  "  It  is  I,"  and  bid  our  souls  rejoice ; 

Fit  us  for  meeting  Thee,  our  long,  long  absent  Lord. 

These  sounds  of  earth  the  heavenly  voices  drown. 
We  scarce  can  hear  Thee  through  tliis  daily  din : 

Oh,  speak  in  yet  more  penetrating  tone  ; 

Let  Thy  voice  reach  our  ears,  and  Thy  words  enter  in. 

Let  discords  die  away,  and  let  us  hear 

The  melody  beyond  of  joy  and  love  ; 
Silence  the  jar  of  earth,  and  let  our  ear 

Take  in  the  far-off  notes  descending  from  above. 

But  not  the  world  alone,  Tvith  its  rude  noise. 

Absorbs  the  heavenly  melody  beyond  : 
The  church  of  God,  raising  her  angry  voice, 

In  the  ambitious  brawl  drowns  every  holy  sound. 

Once  Thou  didst  put  aside  the  sword,  and  say, 
"  It  is  enough ; "  oh,  speak  that  word  again : 

Curb  the  self-will,  the  pride  and  strife  allay ; 

The  noise  of   scornftd  words  and  carnal  wrath  re- 
strain. 


142  THE  master's  voice. 

Her  Babel-voices  soon  will  silence  Thine  ; 

Thou  must  withdraw,  and  speak  to  her  no  more. 
Oh,  how  unlike  the  unity  divine, 

That  marked  her  early  days,  —  the  days  of  love  and 
power ! 

The  tempest  is  witliin  her  ;  untamed  wills 
Have  stirred  its  fury.     Is  the  Master  dumb  ? 

To  Him  we  cry,  who  the  wild  tempest  stills ; 

'Tis  the  fourth  watch  of  night,  and  yet  Thou  art  not 


Carest  Thou  not  that  we  are  perishing  ? 

Awake,  O  Lord,  speak  louder  than  the  wave  : 
With  Thine  own  kingly  touch  the  calmness  bring ; 

Say,  Peace  be  still;  arise.  Thy  broken  church  to 


Let  not  her  worldliness  and  strife  and  sin 
Provoke  Thy  Spirit  to  return  no  more  ; 

And  if  she  must  be  wrecked,  let  all  within. 

Though  in   strange  ways  and  diverse,  find  tlie  holy 
shore. 


HUMAN   WEARINESS    AND    DIVINE    REST.  143 


flTOIAN  WEARINESS    AND    DIVINE    REST. 

Giver  of  rest ! 

This  world  is  weary,  weary  in  its  sin. 
Oh,  point  it  to  Thy  home  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  bid  it  enter  in. 

Fountain  of  good ! 

This  poor  world  wanders,  wanders  sadly  on  ; 
It  cries.  Oh,  who  will  show  us  any  good  ?  — 

Yet  good  it  findeth  none  ! 

The  good  it  seeks 

Is  only,  only  to  be  found  in  Thee  ; 
The  good  that  fills  and  satisfies  the  heart. 

Thy  love  so  vast  and  free. 

Darkness  is  here  ! 

And  darkness  to  the  light  the  world  prefers ; 
It  stumbles  on  in  riot  and  in  lust, 

Its  every  footstep  errs. 


144  HUMAN   "WEAIIINESS    AND    DIVINE    REST. 

Labor  is  here  ! 

And  the  world  seeketh  rest,  but  findeth  none. 
Rest  of  the  weary,  pity  its  unrest ; 

Oh,  hear  its  heavy  moan. 

High  thought  is  here  ! 

But  thought  is  restless  like  the  rolUng  waves ; 
It  cannot  cool  the  burning  breast :  oh,  give 

The  rest  which  heals  and  saves. 

Bright  love  is  here  ! 

With  all  the  glow  of  its  delicious  smiles  : 
Oh,  teach  the  sons  of  men  the  purer  love, 

Love  that  no  sin  defiles. 

Music  is  here  ! 

But  'tis  not  music  with  its  dying  falls 
That  soothes  the  broken  heart,  or  the  vexed  soul 

Back  to  lost  peace  recalls. 

Knowledge  is  here  ! 

And  science  with  its  fair,  far-ranging  sweep : 
But  the  heart  owns  them  not,  —  its  void  is  far 

Too  awful  and  too  deep. 


HOIAN    WEAEIXESS    AJND    DITIXE    BEST.  145 

Laughter  is  here  ! 

But  what  are  jests  to  a  sin-stricken  heart  ? 
0  Thou  with  whom  the  well  is  of  calm  joy, 

Thy  heavenly  joy  impart. 

True  Mends  are  here  ! 

But  earthly  friendship  is  a  dying  flower. 
O  deathless  Friend,  give  friendship  that  will  last 

The  long  eternal  hour. 

And  gold  is  here  ! 

But  rest  was  never  bought  with  earthly  gold. 
Give  to  the  weary  the  abiding  rest, 

Which  is  not  bought  nor  sold. 

Glad  suns  are  here  ! 

But  suns,  with  all  their  brilliance,  shine  in  vain ; 
They  light  not  up  the  shaded  brow  of  care, 

Nor  banish  human  pain. 

Sweet  flowers  are  here  ! 

Flowers  whose  rich  odors  are  like  Eden's  balm ; 
But  roses  cool  not  the  heart's  fever-pulse, 

Nor  smooth  it  into  calm. 
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146  THE    SEAMLESS    RAIMENT. 

Clear  streams  are  here  ! 

Wliich  in  the  lone  high  mountain-cleft  have  birth  ; 
But  these  are  not  the  waters  from  the  thi^one, 

They  quench  no  thirst  of  earth. 

Giver  of  rest ! 

Who  restedst  not  when  here,  that  we  might  rest ; 
Pity  earth's  weariness,  and  give,  oh  give 

Rest  on  Thy  loving  breast. 


THE    SEAMLESS   RAEVIENT. 

K  I  may  but  toucli  His  garment,  I  sliall  be  whole.  —  Matt.  ix. : 

Hem  of  the  seamless  robe, 

Through  which  the  virtue  poured ; 
Which  told  that  He  from  whom  it  came 

Was  earth's  great  King  and  Lord. 
With  tremulous  eager  hand. 

Thee  would  I  touch  and  grasp  ; 
No  force  of  man  nor  wiles  of  hell 

My  hand  should  e'er  unclasp. 


THE    SEAMLESS    RATilENT.  147 

Hem  of  the  seamless  robe, 

Wliich  clothed  our  High  Priest  here, 
When  in  the  lowliness  of  love 

He  trod  our  earthly  sphere  ; 
"When  with  His  priestly  hand 

He  came  and  cleansed  and  healed  ; 
When  in  the  fulness  of  His  grace 

He  all  that  cleansing  sealed. 


True  health,  through  thee,  from  Him 

Into  this  soul  shall  flow ; 
The  health  of  hexiven,  the  life  of  God 

Besrun  on  earth  below. 
Instead  of  feebleness, 

Strength  shall  my  portion  be ; 
Instead  of  ashes,  beauty  then 

Shall  brightly  compass  me. 


One  .touch  of  that  fair  robe 
Hath  aU  this  healing  given ; 

I  need  but  this  for  blessedness, 
I  need  but  this  for  heaven. 


148  THE    SEAMLESS    RAIMENT. 

Out  from  its  Wearer  comes 

An  energy  divine, 
Pervading  with  transforming  power 

This  tainted  soul  of  mine. 


Who  touches  it  is  free ! 

His  chains  are  snaj^t  in  twain ; 
Immortal  purity  is  his, 

Instead  of  mortal  stain. 
Through  it  flows  priestly  power 

To  liberate  the  soul ; 
It  purges  sin,  it  casts  out  ill, 

It  makes  the  bruised  whole. 


Through  it  i^oiu^s  royal  strength, 

The  endless  Ufe  to  give ; 
It  wakes  the  sleeper  from  liis  sleep, 

It  bids  the  dead  man  live. 
This  priestly-royal  robe, 

The  robe  without  a  seam. 
Has  wrought  strange  miracles  on  earth, 

Beyond  the  dreamer's  dream. 


THE    SEAMLESS    RAIMENT.  149 

Thrown  o'er  the  soul,  it  works 

To  quicken  and  to  save ; 
Thrown  o'er  the  tomb-enshrouded  dust, 

It  disenchants  the  grave. 
Thrown  over  this  sad  earth, 

As  yet  its  folds  shall  be, 
It  shall  wipe  out  the  wasting  curse. 

And  bid  corruption  flee. 


Ages  of  sickness  then 

Shall  in  a  moment  go ; 
The  ao^e  of  everlastinoj  health 

Shall  be  begun  below. 
Ages  of  darkness  end ; 

Light,  with  its  fair  array. 
Long  veiled  within  the  seamless  robe. 

Shall  burst  forth  into  day. 


150  creation's  song. 


CREATION'S   SONG. 

Te  cuncta  nempe  prsedicant ; 
Te  terra,  pontus,  sidera 
Cantu  celebrant  semulo; 

Peccator  unus  dissonat. 

Old  Hymn. 

Deep  calletli  unto  deep, 

Jehovah  He  is  God ! 
Stream  answereth  to  stream, 

And  spreads  His  praise  abroad. 

Star  calleth  unto  star, 

Jehovah  He  is  God ! 
Each  rising  sun  and  moon 

Spreadeth  His  praise  abroad. 

Heaven  calleth  unto  earth, 

Jehovah  He  is  God ! 
Earth  calleth  unto  heaven. 

And  spreads  His  praise  abroad. 


ONE    FAITH    AND    HOPE.  151 

In  the  great  song  we  join, 

Jehovah  He  is  God ! 
We  echo  the  gi^at  voice, 

And  spread  His  praise  abroad. 


ONE   FAITH  AND   HOPE. 

OxLT  one  cross ! 

And  to  that  cross  He  leadeth  all  His  own. 
They  gather  round  it,  and  its  healing  falls 

Upon  each  sickly  one 

Only  one  fold ! 

And  to  that  fold  the  Shepherd  brings  His  sheep ; 
On  the  green  pastures  there,  to  feed  them  all, 

And  with  His  staff  to  keep. 

Only  one  way ! 

One  way  for  all  the  many  wanderers ; 
Returning  from  a  thousand  various  parts, 

Through  earth's  long  stormy  years. 


152      THE  EYE  OPENING  ON  THE  CROSS. 

Only  one  city ! 

And  to  that  city  His  beloved  come ; 
Brought  by  Himself  to  find  in  it  for  ever 

Their  safe  and  blessed  home. 

Only  one  Christ ! 

And  to  that  Christ  the  Father  draws  each  eye, 
Bidding  them  look,  and  in  that  looking  live, 

That  they  no  more  may  die. 

Only  one  heaven ! 

Into  whose  glory  He  His  own  doth  call ; 
Where  all  is  sinless,  sorrowless,  and  bright,  — 

Where  Christ  is  all  in  all. 


THE  EYE  OPENING  ON  THE  CROSS. 

For  the  first  time  I  see 

The  glory  of  the  cross  ;  how  dark  before  ! 
Thanks  to  the  mighty  hand  that  swept  away  the  mist, 

And  from  before  my  eyes  the  veil  so  kindly  tore. 


THE  EYE  OPENING  ON  THE  CROSS.      153 

The  Son  of  God  is  there, 

The  holy  One  is  hanging  on  that  tree. 
He  took  on  Him,  in  love,  my  sins,  and  bore  them  all : 

The  Just  for  the  mijust  has  paid  the  penalty. 

My  Surety  hangeth  there. 

My  Substitute,  who  gave  His  life  for  mine ; 
Who  died  my  death  that  I  should  live ;  transferring  all 

My  guilt  to  Him,  to  me  His  excellence  divine. 

He  died  my  awful  death ; 

Therefore  I  know  that  I  shall  never  die ; 
And  from  that  death  divine,  to  me,  flows  righteous  love, 

The  love  that  cannot  change,  the  love  of  God  most 
high. 

How  brightly  now  that  cross 

Shineth ;  in  splendor  hke  a  new-made  sun  ! 
All  light  is  there  ;  no  gloom,  no  terror,  and  no  wrath ; 

The  grace  that  floweth  out  has  heights  and  depths 
unknown. 

That  cross,  —  it  suits  me  well : 

It  soothes  my  fears,  and  speaks  true  words  of  peace ; 
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154  THE    EYE    OPENING    ON    THE    CROSS. 

It  breaks  my  bonds  in  twain,  and  liberates  my  soul ; 
It  healeth  all  my  wounds,  and  bids  my  sorrows  cease. 

It  gives  me  heavenly  strength, 

And  in  that  strength  I  fight  the  fight  of  God ; 
It  draws  me  on ;  it  lifts  me  up  from  sin  and  dust ; 

It  lightens  all  my  path,  and  shows  the  heavenly  road. 

It  giveth  peace  with  God  ! 

It  gives  the  peace  of  God  that  passeth  thought ; 
It  shows  the  Christ  of  God,  Himself  our  only  peace,  — 

The  sure  and  perfect  peace,  which  the  world  knoweth 
not. 

At  morn  and  even  it  shines  ! 

It  is  our  matin  and  our  vesper  song. 
Like  Israel's  desert  cloud,  it  will  abide  with  us ; 

'Twill  cheer  our  earthly  path,  however  rough  and  long. 

It  is  our  resting-2-)lace. 

Where  we  behold  the  pierced  hands  and  side, 
And  where  the  wondrous  cry,  "  'Tis  finished ! "  we  can 
hear : 

There  safe  as  in  the  rock  of  God  we  would  abide. 


THE  EYE  OPENING  ON  THE  CROSS.      155 

It  is  our  meeting-place, 

Where  righteousness  and  grace  have  met  in  love ; 
Where  God  the  holy  can  unholy  man  embrace, 

Where  earth  saluteth  heaven  descending  from  above. 

No  cross  of  gold  or  gems, 

Graven  to  adorn,  by  man's  device  and  art, 
Is  that  in  which  my  soul  delights  and  ever  trusts,  — 

With  which,  in  guilt's  dread  hour,  I  calm  my  trembling 
heart. 

The  all-atoning  death. 

In  shame  and  agony  for  sinners  here. 
The  finished  work  of  love,  the  reconciling  blood,  — 

That  is  the  cross  which  in  my  heart  of  hearts  I 
wear. 

I  need  no  earthly  cross, 

No  carnal  emblem  of  a  dying  Lord ; 
It  seemeth  but  to  mock  His  shame,  and  blood,  and  cries : 

With  closed  eyes  I  muse  uj)on  the  awful  word,  — 

Awful,  yet  blessed  still,  — 

'Tis  FINISHED,  the  atoning  work  is  done ! 


156  EARLY    SAVED. 

All  righteousness  MfiUecl,  all  shadows  passed  away ; 
Shines  now  all  clear  and  fair  the  one  unsetting  sun. 

I  glory  in  the  cross ! 

There  with  the  Son  of  God  the  death  I  died. 
By  it  this  evil  world  is  crucified  to  me, 

And  I  mito  this  evil  world  am  crucified. 

O  Christ  the  Son  of  God ! 

Reveal  Thyself  to  me,  Thy  truth  and  grace, 
That  I,  partaking  of  Thy  fulness  daily  here. 

May,  when  Thy  kingdom  comes,  behold  Thy  glorious 
face. 


EARLY   SAVED. 

"Ov  yap  (ptXel  Qebg  7'  aTcoOvrjcKeL  veog. 

Old  Greek  Fragment. 

O  EARLY  saved ! 
Gone  to  thy  resting-place. 
Without  the  fight  or  race, 
Without  the  toil  or  sweat. 
The  burden  and  the  fret, 


EARLY    SAVED.  157 

The  sorrow  and  the  sin, 
The  bitter  war  within, 
Without  the  daily  strife 
Of  this  tempestuous  life  ! 


Only  in  di'eams  since  then. 

Only  in  dreams  we've  met : 
Brief  meeting  and  quick  parting  this ; 

Yet  can  we  e'er  forget 
The  short  but  blessed  past, 

The  days  of  childhood's  love. 
Cut  short  in  sweetest  prime. 

To  be  resumed  above  ? 
O  early  saved,  not  lost ! 

Life  and  not  death  is  thine : 
Not  wrecked,  but  landed  safely  on  the  coast 

"Where  suns  for  ever  shine. 
Born  not  to  die,  but  live. 

Thy  life  is  now  begun. 
Born  not  for  storm,  but  calm, 

Thy  haven  is  now  won. 
Born  not  for  night,  but  day. 

For  ever  shines  thy  sun. 


158  TO    THE    HOLT    SPIRIT. 

Born  not  for  earth,  but  heaven, 

Thy  one  brief  hour  is  done. 
All  now  with  thee  is  well, 

Thou  tln^ice-beloved  one : 
We  meet  thee  in  the  land 

Where  sorrow  is  unknown  ; 
To  sit  with  thee  in  Hght 

Upon  the  eternal  throne ! 


TO   THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

Te  docente  discitur, 
Ostendente  cernitur, 
Conferente  capitur, 
Donum  sapientiae.  —  Old  Hymn. 

Holy  Spirit,  spring  of  gladness, 
Into  glory  turn  this  gloom ; 

Make  a  morning  of  this  midnight, 
Make  a  temple  of  this  tomb. 

Into  summer  turn  this  winter, 
Soothe  this  tempest  into  calm ; 

Out  of  wretched  dust  and  ashes 
Bring  the  beauty  and  the  balm. 


TO    THE    HOLY    SPIRIT.  159 

Into  freedom  turn  tliis  bondage, 

Into  laughter  turn  these  tears  ; 
Give  me  heavenly  health  for  sickness, 

Joy  and  song  for  sighs  and  tears. 

Wake,  O  north  wind,  freshly  stirring, 

Blow  upon  a  drooj^ing  earth  ; 
Come,  thou  south  wmd,  to  my  garden, 

That  the  spices  may  flow  forth. 

Teach  us,  O  Thou  blessed  Teacher ! 

With  Thy  teacliing  all  is  plain ; 
Give  the  everlasting  wisdom. 

Without  which  all  here  is  vain. 

Keep  fi'om  falsehood,  save  from  folly ; 

Give  the  real  and  the  true ; 
Pour  in  truth  in  days  of  error. 

Freshen  us  with  heavenly  dew. 

With  the  words  of  peace  and  comfort 
Enter  each  sad  heai-t  and  home ; 

With  Thy  balm  of  consolation, 
INIighty  Comforter,  oh  come ! 


160  OTHER  GODS. 

Are  we  not  Thy  living  temples, 
Honored  once,  and  loved  so  well  ? 

Visit  us  with  sevenfold  fulness, 
Here  in  all  Thy  glory  dwell. 

Shall  the  altar-fire  be  scattered  ? 

Shall  the  incense  cease  to  burn  ? 
Shall  Thy  temple  be  forsaken  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  to  us  return  ? 


OTHER   GODS. 

Unstable  age ! 

Hither  and  thither  tossed ; 
Still  chasing  what  is  new, 

In  mists  and  mazes  lost. 

Unanchored  bark ! 

Drifting  across  the  deep, 
TVlthout  a  helm  or  chart 

The  onward  course  to  keep. 


OTHER    GODS.  161 

Thy  men  of  thought, 

Thy  heroes  of  the  mind, 
Are  like  the  driven  leaves,  — 

Reeds  shaken  with  the  wind. 

'Tis  self-wHl  all ! 

And  "  Ye  shall  be  as  gods  " 
Is  still  the  tempting  bait 

That  deadly  ill  forebodes  ;  — 

Dark  unbehef, 

Belief  of  the  dark  lie,  — 
The  first  he  and  the  last, 
"  Ye  shall  not  surely  die." 

No  Christ,  no  God ! 

This  is  the  gloomy  goal 
In  which  man's  progi'ess  ends,  — 

The  chaos  of  the  soul ! 

No  book  of  heaven 

We  need  to  lead  us  on : 
Man  is  his  own  best  guide, 

And  science  is  his  sun  ! 

K 


162  OTHER    GODS. 

Back  to  the  gods 

Of  Greece  and  Rome  again ; 
So  graceful,  glad,  and  fair,  — 

These  be  thy  gods,  O  men ! 

Back  to  the  groves 

Of  palm-fringed  Lebanon, 

Where  Syrian  Ashtaroth 
Bent  o'er  Endymion. 

To  Ida  come. 

With  wine  and  wreaths  and  odes, 
Upon  Olympus  stand. 

And  worship  Homer's  gods ! 

Seek  Delos  now, 

Poseidon's  island  green, 

Where  knelt  Ionian  maids 
To  Artemis  their  queen. 

Worship  the  earth. 

The  sky,  the  streams,  the  sod ; 
Worship  the  winds  and  waves ; 

But  not  the  Christ  of  God ! 


OTHER    GODS.  163 

Come,  worship  power, 

Beauty,  and  love,  and  soul ; 
But  not  the  living  God, 

Who  made  this  mighty  whole ! 

Bow  down  to  self, 

Take  nature  to  thy  heart ; 
Say  earth  is  God,  and  God 

Is  of  this  earth  a  part ! 


Yet  God  is  God ! 

And  man  a  wrinkled  leaf, 
Tossed  o'er  these  hills  and  vales 

By  winds  of  joy  and  grief. 

GodwiUbe  God! 

The  day  is  coming  fast 
When  He  shall  claim  His  due,  — 

Jehovah,  First  and  Last. 

He  speaks,  and  earth 

Shrinks  from  His  voice  of  dread 
He  summons  man,  but  man 

Is  dumb  and  hides  his  head. 


16^  OTHER    GODS. 

He  speaks  again ! 

But  jfrom  His  face  they  flee ; 
The  cry  of  agony 

Is,  Mountains,  cover  me  ! 

He  speaks  again ! 

They  gather  round  the  throne.; 
Their  boasts  are  at  an  end, 

Theu"  mockery  is  done. 

He  calls  aloud ! 

He  lifts  the  iron  rod ; 
His  foes  are  crushed  ;  and  earth 

Now  owns  the  living  God. 

The  idols  fall ! 

The  idol-slirines  are  gone ; 
Ye  gods  of  lust  and  hate, 

Your  reign  on  earth  is  done ! 

The  fool  no  more 

Utters  the  atheist  lie ; 

The  scoffer's  voice  is  dumb, 
And  mute  his  blasphemy. 


THE    WINTER   IS    PAST.  165 


THE  WINTER  IS   PAST. 

Age  of  the  ages, 

Whence  comest  thou  ? 

Laurel  and  olive 
Shading  thy  brow. 

Age  of  the  peaceful, 

Joy  in  thy  train ; 
Age  of  the  holy. 

Welcome  again ! 

Age  of  the  iron, 
Vanish  your  years ; 

Age  of  the  golden 
Now  reappears. 

Love  in  its  gladness 
Shines  from  above ; 

Peace  in  its  pureness 
Comes  with  the  love. 


166  THE    WINTER   IS    PAST. 

Light  of  the  holy 
Covers  the  earth ; 

Life  of  the  blessed 
Springs  into  birth. 

Sword  of  the  spoiler, 
Sheathe  thee  at  last ; 

Hosts  are  disbanding, 
Havoc  is  past. 

Flag  of  the  mighty, 
Lower  thy  star ; 

Idle  thy  flaunting. 
Silent  the  war. 

Tower  of  the  watchman, 
Needed  no  more, 

Level  thy  bulwarks, 
Aged  and  hoar. 

Bar,  gate,  and  rampart, 
Sink  in  the  dust ; 

Helmet  and  buckler. 
Moulder  and  rust. 


THE    WINTER    IS    PAST.  167 

Shout  of  the  victor 

O'er  the  oppressed ; 
Wail  of  the  vanquished, 

Be  now  at  rest ! 

Sigh  of  the  captive, 

Sink  into  peace ; 
Song  of  the  warrior, 

Now  thou  shalt  cease. 

Roar  of  the  breaker, 

Melt  into  calm ; 
Gale  of  the  desert, 

Breathe  into  balm. 

Wail  of  the  shipwreck, 

Rise  thou  no  more ; 
Silent  the  tempest. 

Tranquil  the  shore. 

Palm  of  the  moonlight, 

Wave  thou  above ; 
Tell  of  the  triumph. 

Speak  of  the  love. 


168  THE    WINTER   IS    PAS*^. 

Roses  of  Sharon, 

Muster  your  flowers ; 

Snow  of  the  myrtle, 
Whiten  our  bowers. 

Bloom  of  the  almond, 
Gladden  our  spring ; 

Scent  of  the  citron, 
Sweet  odor  fling. 

Dew  of  the  morning. 
Scatter  your  gold ; 

Dew  of  the  evening, 
Splendor  unfold. 

Song  of  the  song-bird. 
Send  out  your  strain ; 

Voice  of  the  turtle. 
Steal  o'er  the  plain. 

Summer-bright  beauty 
Maketh  earth  fair ; 

Summer-sweet  fragrance 
Filleth  the  air. 


THE    WINTER    IS    PAST.  169 

Summer-green  verdure 

Smiles  o'er  the  plain  ; 
Summer-glad  radiance 

Shines  o'er  the  main. 

Past  is  earth's  winter, 

Bright  is  its  May ; 
Rise  up,  my  fair  one, 

Haste,  come  away. 

Daughter  of  Zion, 

Sorrow  no  more ; 
Light  is  arising, 

Darkness  is  o'er. 

Shame  is  forgotten, 

Exile  is  past ; 
Beauty  for  ashes 

Cometh  at  last. 

Lebanon's  glory 

Riseth  to  view; 
Carmel  and  Sharon 

Flourish  anev/. 


170  FAITH   AND    HOPE. 


FAITH  AND   HOPE. 

On  both  sides  is  my  anclior  firmly  cast ; 

Before,  behind,  my  faith  looks  steadfastly. 
There  is  uo  darkness  in  that  long,  long  past, 

And  in  that  future  no  uncertainty. 

'Mid  the  unseen  it  rests,  and  finds  all  sure. 
The  unseen  jDast  contains  my  spirit's  peace  ; 

The  unseen  futm*e,  ever  to  endure, 

Contains  my  consolation  and  my  bliss. 

The  cross  is  peace,  and  that  sums  up  the  past ; 

The  crown  is  joy,  and  that  my  future  sums  : 
I  need  but  simj)ler  faith,  faith  that  shall  last, 

The  hope  that  liberates  and  overcomes. 

Thus  'mid  the  silent  and  imseen  I  dwell ; 

The  near  and  visible  are  not  my  home. 
My  soul  goes  out  to  the  invisible, 

The  things  that  have  been,  and  are  yet  to  come. 


I    AM    WITH    THEE.  171 

These  are  the  true  and  real,  the  good  and  fair ; 

These  are  our  solace  in  life's  heaviest  woes : 
The  heights  and  depths  of  peace  and  rest  are  there, 

And  there  the  spirit  finds  its  true  repose. 


I  AM  WITH   THEE. 

'Tis  a  dead  world  through  which  I  walk  ; 

My  Life,  oh,  still  with  me  abide  ! 
Each  hour  impart  Thy  life  anew ; 

My  Life,  leave  not  my  side  ! 

"Within,  without,  deep  darkness  reigns  ; 

My  Light,  my  Light,  be  ever  near ! 
If  thou  shouldst  leave  me,  all  is  dark ; 

My  Light,  oh  stay  to  cheer  ! 

The  storm  is  round  me  and  above ; 

O  calmer  of  the  tempest,  come  ! 
Soothe  the  strong  blast,  —  too  strong  for  me 

Or  take  me,  take  me  home  ! 


172  THE  DROPS  OF  THE  NIGHT. 

Deep  are  the  waters,  fierce  the  flame ; 

Be  with  me  both  in  fire  and  wave  ! 
Let  them  not  seize  me  nor  o'erwhelm, 

In  trial's  horn'  me  save  ! 

Before  me  lies  a  path  unknown, 

It  may  be  tears,  and  pain,  and  death  : 

Oh,  speak  the  word  wliich  cheers  and  nerves, 
«  Fight  the  s^ood  fi^ht  of  faith." 

O  o  o 

Take  Thou  my  hand,  my  Guide,  my  Guide  ! 

My  eager  hand  I  stretch  to  Thee  : 
Hold  Thou  me  up,  lead  Thou  me  on, 

All  shall  be  well  with  me. 


THE   DROPS   OF   THE    KCGHT. 

Song  of  Sol.  v.  2. 

Out  in  the  dew  and  cold  He  stands, 
The  drops  of  night  are  on  His  hair : 

In  patient  love  He  waits  without ; 
And  who,  who  keeps  Him  there  ? 


THE    DROPS    OF    THE    NIGHT.  173 

All  heaven  is  in  His  earnest  voice, 

All  glory  on  His  brow  so  fair  : 
In  sorrowing  love  He  stands  without ; 

And  who,  who  keeps  Him  there  ? 

"  Open  to  me,  beloved  one, 

With  me  thv  heart  and  dwellino:  share  :  " 
But  still  at  the  barred  door  He  stands ; 

And  who,  who  keeps  Him  there  ? 

He  hath  no  place  to  lay  His  head, 

No  one  a  home  or  roof  will  spare : 
JSTo  one  respondeth  when  He  knocks ; 

And  who,  who  keeps  Him  there  ? 

The  M-inds  are  out,  the  storm  is  up, 
Freezing  and  sharp  the  midnight  air : 

He  does  not  leave,  but  knocketh  on  ; 
And  who,  who  keeps  Him  there  ? 

Our  ear  is  sealed,  our  heart  is  cold, 
And  we  refuse  both  hearth  and  fare  : 

He  speaks,  we  hear  not :  Ah,  'tis  we. 
Yes,  we  who  keep  Him  there. 


174  WHO    IS    HE    THAT    CONDEMNETH? 

But  now  no  more  we  shut  Thee  out, 

0  Thou,  the  fairest  of  the  fair  : 
Come  in,  Thou  blessed  One  ;  we  will 

No  longer  keep  Thee  there. 

He  Cometh  in,  my  board  I  spread. 
My  wine  and  viands  I  prepare : 

The  night-drops  fall,  the  night-winds  blow ; 
He  is  no  longer  there. 

He  sups  with  me,  and  I  with  Him, 

1  wipe  the  night-drops  from  His  hair  : 
I  hear  no  more  His  knock  without ; 

He  is  no  longer  there. 


WHO  IS   HE   THAT    CONDEMNETH? 

In  the  death  of  Christ  I  die  ; 

In  the  life  of  Christ  I  live  ! 
All  my  ill  He  from  me  takes, 

All  His  good  to  me  doth  give. 


WHO    IS    HE    THAT    CONDEMNETH?  175 

"With  Him  nailed  to  the  cross, 

With  Him  bm-ied  in  the  grave, 
With  Him  raised  from  bonds  and  death, 

Life  for  ever  thus  I  have. 


He  the  fight  for  me  hath  fought, 
And  for  me  the  battle  won  ; 

Thus  in  weakness  I  am  made 

Victor  through  the  conquering  One. 

He  the  guilt  for  me  hath  borne. 
Condemnation  now  is  done : 

Wrath  has  vanished ;  I  am  made 
Righteous  in  the  righteous  One. 

On  me  love  for  ever  rests ; 

Like  a  river  peace  doth  flow  : 
Christ  the  mighty  work  hath  done  ; 

God  is  for  me,  this  I  know. 

His  name  now  is  one  with  mine, 

I  in  Him,  and  He  in  me  ; 
On  His  breastplate  is  my  name. 

Priest  and  Advocate  is  He. 


176  TOWARD    THE    MARK. 

Covered  with  Thy  robe,  0  Christ, 
All  Thy  beauty  now  is  mine ; 

Me  in  Thee  the  Judge  beholds, 
My  Hfe  now  is  lost  in  Thine. 

Since  Thou  livest,  I  shall  live  ; 

Never  canst  Thou  me  disown. 
Not  the  cross  for  me  remains, 

Nor  the  manger,  but  the  crown. 


TOWAED   THE  MARK. 

My  tempted  soul,  arise  and  fight ! 

Round  thee  are  perils  of  the  night. 
Sleep  not,  but  rouse  thee  for  the  war, 
Nor  shrink  from  pain,  and  wound,  and  scar. 

Do  snares  lie  all  thy  path  along  ? 

And  are  these  spells  for  thee  too  strong  ? 
Up  then,  and  grasp  the  hand  divine. 
Take  that  almighty  hand  in  thine. 


TOWARD    THE    MARK.  177 

Does  conscious  weakness  cast  thee  down  ? 
What !  dost  thou  tliink  thyself  alone  ? 

Know'st  thou  not  One  who  by  thy  side 

Doth  ever  stand,  whate'er  betide  ? 

Know'st  thou  not  Him  who  saith  to  thee, 
Be  strong,  weak  soul,  be  strong  in  me,  — 

Who  gives  thee  His  almighty  power, 

To  strengthen  thee  in  peril's  hour  ? 

His  is  an  arm  that  cannot  fail, 
Whatever  foe  may  thee  assail : 

His  is  a  love  that  changes  not ; 

Trust  Him,  thou  shalt  not  be  forgot. 

O  weary  feet !  the  day  of  rest 

Is  coming,  when,  no  more  oppressed 

With  storm  or  toil  or  smiting  sun, 

We  shall  take  rest,  all  labor  done. 

O  heavy  eyes !  look  up,  look  up  ; 
See  far  above  thee  the  bright  hope ! 

Look  through  the  mist,  and  see  beyond 

The  fairest  day  that  ever  dawned. 
8*  L 


178  THE    ETERNAL    ROCK. 

Be  still,  be  still,  my  throbbing  heart, 
The  strong  One  will  His  strength  impart ; 
Firm  clasp  His  hand  who  claspeth  thine, 
No  power  shall  e'er  that  clasp  untwine. 

In  calmest  day  or  roughest  night, 
Still  lean  upon  Hjs  loving  might ; 
He  knows  alike  thy  joy  and  woe, 
And  will  He  let  His  loved  one  go  ? 


THE   ETERNAL   ROCK. 

Upon  the  Rock  I  plant  my  foot ! 

Amid  time's  shifting,  sinking  sands, 
Amid  the  hm-ricanes  of  life. 

Fixed  and  immovable  it  stands. 

All  else  is  moving ;  it  alone 

Shakes  not,  nor  yields,  nor  crumbles  down 
Time  and  its  tempests  it  defies ; 

Changes  to  it  are  things  unknown. 


THE    ETERNAL    ROCK. 

It  grows  not  old,  it  turns  not  gray ; 

It  boldly  baffles  every  shock : 
Repelling  earth,  defying  hell, 

It  standeth  firm,  the  eternal  Rock. 

The  earthquakes  of  the  ages  strike 
Against  it  with  increasing  rage ; 

It  trembles  not,  nor  shrinks  in  fear 
From  the  dark  warfare  of  the  age. 

It  lifts  its  head  above  the  clouds, 

It  braves  the  wrath  and  scorn  of  foes ; 

Deep  as  the  everlastmg  hills. 

It  strikes  its  roots  in  still  repose. 

Rock  of  eternity,  amid 

All  changes  here,  I  rest  on  Thee  ! 
Rock  of  the  ages  that  are  past, 

Rock  of  the  ages  yet  to  be. 


179 


180  LORD,    INCREASE    OUR   FAITH. 


LORD,  INCREASE   OUR   FAITH. 

My  past,  0  Lord,  with  all  its  scenes 

Of  varying  good  and  ill, 
Of  sorrow  and  of  joy,  has  been 

The  unfolding  of  Thy  will. 

My  future,  with  its  changing  scenes 

Of  light  and  shadow  sown, 
Is  in  Thy  hands,  O  God  of  love, 

Though  now  to  me  unknown. 

Keep  me  from  planning  brighter  days. 
Save  me  from  care  and  pride ; 

Give  what  Thy  wisdom  deemeth  right, 
And  I  am  satisfied. 

A  fuller,  warmer  heart  of  love, 
Give,  gracious  Lord,  to  me,  — 

A  simpler,  stronger,  nobler  faith, 
And  happier  thoughts  of  Thee. 


christ:sias  cheer.  181 


christ:mas  cheer. 

Rejoice,  my  soul,  the  Christ  has  come ! 

With  all  thy  powers  arise  and  sing. 
To  earth  He  comes  in  lowly  love, 

The  manger  has  received  the  King. 

O'er  Bethlehem  the  glory  rests, 

And  from  that  glory  bursts  the  song 

Of  angels,  which  the  wondering  earth 
Through  all  its  ages  shall  prolong. 

The  Son  becomes  the  servant  here, 
From  this  to  us  all  glory  springs ; 

Lower  than  angels  God  is  made,  — 
That  infant  is  the  King  of  kings ! 

The  Lamb  of  sacrifice  lies  here. 
Preparing  for  the  altar-fire  ; 

1  rue  Lamb  of  God,  without  a  spot,  — 
He  of  all  nations  the  desire. 


182  CHRISTMAS    CHEER. 

O  long,  long  promised,  come  at  last, 
In  human  weakness  man  to  save ; 

Thy  hfetime's  work  for  us  to  do, 
Even  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave. 

God,  in  His  lowhness  of  love, 

From  highest  heaven  to  earth  hath  come; 
Though  rich,  for  us  becoming  poor, 

Despising  not  the  Virgin's  womb. 

Despising  not  the  manger-bed. 

He  takes  on  earth  the  lowest  place ; 

To  poverty  bows  down,  that  we 
May  taste  the  fulness  of  His  grace. 

0  grace  of  Christ,  how  full  and  sweet ! 

O  lo^e  of  God,  how  rich  and  free ! 
The  Father's  well-beloved  Son 

Hath  stooped  to  shame  and  woe  for  me ! 

O  stony  manger  of  the  inn  ! 

Poor  casket  thou  for  such  a  gem : 
On  thee  we  gaze,  in  thee  we  find 

Heaven's  glory,  earth's  bright  diadem. 


IT  won't  be  long.  183 


IT  WON'T   BE   LONG. 

Brothers,  wherefore  fear  ye  ? 
Onwards,  forwards  steer  ye ; 
See  the  green  shore  near  ye. 

Kmdly  winds  are  blowing. 
Homewards  we  are  going, 
Slack  not  in  your  rowing. 


Soon  shall  be  the  meeting, 
Sweet  shall  be  the  greeting, 
Plours  are  swiftly  fleeting. 


Hark !  the  voice  of  cheering, 
As  the  shore  is  nearing. 
Press  along  unfearing. 


184  COME    TO    THY   TEMPLE. 


COME   TO   THY   TEMPLE. 

Great  Lord  and  Master  of  the  temple,  come ! 

O  visit  in  Thy  holy  love  Thy  shrine. 
How  much  of  worldly  vanity  dwells  here, 

In  that  which  should  have  been  unearthly  and  divine ! 

False  gods  are  here,  and  idols  all  around, 

With  idol-altars  smoking  everywhere ; 
The  fumes  of  idol-incense  rise  and  spread 

Their  odors  in  the  once  all  still  and  hallowed  air. 

The  world  is  here,  with  laughter  and  with  song, 

With  dance  and  gayety  and  idle  jest ; 
Here  where  Thy  name  was  named;    of  which    Thou 
saidst, 

Here  will  I  ever  dwell,  this  is  my  place  of  rest. 

O  holy  home  of  God,  where  all  things  calm, 
Pure,  and  unworldly  should  alone  be  found ; 

O  church  of  God,  how  unlike  what  thou  wert ! 

Unclean  and  common  now  the  consecrated  ground ! 


COME    TO    THY   TEMPLE.  185 

Ejiit  into  one  Thy  living  members,  Lord ; 

Purge  Thy  one  temple  of  aU  things  miclean : 
Snence  the  din,  and  strife,  and  angry  jar ; 

Give  unity  and  peace ;  cast  out  the  wrath  and  sin. 

Cast  out  the  buyers  and  the  sellers.  Lord ; 

Let  not  the  world  i^ollute  the  hallowed  fane. 
Oh,  make  Thy  church  what  it  shall  one  day  be. 

Like  her  great  Head  above,  without  a  spot  or  stain. 

Let  the  sweet  incense  from  her  altars  rise, 
Let  the  pure  sacrifice  to  Thee  be  given ; 

Clothe  Thou  her  priests  with  truth  and  holiness. 

And  let  the  songs  of  earth  resemble  those  of  heaven. 

Strip  off  all  unreality  and  pride ; 

Give  Thou  the  broken  and  the  contrite  heart ; 
Descend  and  dwell  in  these  polluted  shrines. 

And  let  Thy  Spirit  all  His  heavenly  grace  impart. 

Let  not  her  worldliness,  and  strife,  and  sin, 
So  banish  Thee  that  Thou  return  no  more ; 

Or  if  she  must  be  wrecked,  let  all  within, 

Though  in  strange  ways  and  diverse,  reach  the  holy 
shore. 


186  PENTECOST. 


PENTECOST. 

The  Master  hath  His  word  fulfilled ; 

And  though  we  still  are  far  from  home, 
The  days  of  orphanage  are  past, — 

The  Comforter  has  come  ! 

The  promise  of  the  Father  now 

Descends ;  om*  lips  no  more  are  dumb : 

The  rushing  mighty  wind  is  heard, — 
The  Comforter  has  come  ! 

The  true  Enlightener  of  the  dark, 
Of  heavenly  gifts  the  soul  and  sum, 

The  mighty  Quickener  of  the  dead, — 
The  Comforter  has  come ! 

The  Breath  from  the  four  winds  of  heaven, 
That  breathes  into  the  awfid  tomb. 

The  resurrection-breath  of  God, — 
The  Comforter  has  come ! 


PENTECOST.  187 

Midnight  has  blossomed  into  morn, 
For  gladness  we  exchange  our  gloom ; 

The  joy  unsj^eakable  is  ours, — 
The  Comforter  has  come ! 

Om*  fetters  break,  our  burdens  fall. 

Fresh  rays  fi'om  heaven  our  souls  illume ; 

Our  prison-bars  he  broken  round, — 
The  Comforter  has  come  ! 

Now  are  we  strong  for  service  high, 

For  toil,  or  pain,  or  mart}Tdom ; 
Now  we  can  face  the  sword  or  fire, — 

The  Comforter  has  come  ! 

Now  are  we  nerved  for  holy  fight, 

For  longer  hfe  or  earlier  doom ; 
Our  helmet,  shield,  and  sword  are  on, — 

The  Comforter  has  come  ! 

The  fii'e  from  heaven  descends  in  power, 

Our  dross  for  ever  to  consume ; 
In  holy  liberty  we  walk, — 

The  Comforter  has  come ! 


188  THE    CROSS-WEARER. 

The  south  wind  blows,  the  kindly  sun 
Ripens  our  garden's  summer-bloom, 

And  hangs  the  fruit  upon  oiu*  boughs, — 
The  Comforter  has  come  ! 


THE    CROSS-WEARER. 

I  AM  crucified  with  Christ, 

With  Him  nailed  upon  the  tree : 

Not  THE  cross,  then,  do  I  bear ; 
But  the  cross  it  beareth  me. 

Solemn  cross  on  which  I  died. 

One  with  Him  the  crucified. 

Shall  I  take  that  blood-stained  cross, 
Cross  of  agony  and  shame, 

Cross  of  Him  who  fought  my  fight. 
Cross  of  Him  who  overcame, — 

Shall  I  deck  myself  with  thee. 

Awful  cross  of  Calvary  ? 

Shall  I  drag  thee  through  the  crowd, 
'Md  the  laughter  that  is  thei-e  ; 


THE    CE0SS-T7EARER.  189 

Wliirl  thee  tlirougli  the  giddy  waltz 

Bound  upon  my  neck  or  hair  ? 
Awful  cross  of  Calvary, 
Shall  I  deck  myself  with  thee  ? 

Shall  I  make  that  lowly  cross 

]Minister  of  woman's  pride  ? 
Drawing  eyes  to  me  that  should 

Fix  upon  the  Crucified  ? 
Awful  cross  of  Calvary, 
Shall  I  deck  myself  with  thee  ? 

Shall  I  call  this  glittering  gem, 

Made  for  show  and  vanity, 
Shall  I  call  this  gaud  a  cross, — 

Cross  of  Him  who  died  for  me  ? 
Shall  I  deck  myself  with  thee, 
Awful  cross  of  Calvary  ? 

Cross  of  man's  device,  I  turn 

From  thee  to  Himself,  my  Lord ; 

What  can  this  symbolic  gem 

Do  for  me ;  —  what  peace  afford  ? 


190       THOU  SHALT  KNOW  HEREAFTER. 

Shall  I  deck  myself  with  thee, 
Awful  cross  of  Calvary  ? 

I  am  crucified  with  Clirist; 

Yet  I  live  through  Him  who  died 
Shall  that  cross  of  blood  and  woe 

Minister  to  human  pride  ? 
Shall  I  deck  myself  with  thee, 
Awful  cross  of  Calvary  ? 


THOU  SHALT  KNOW  HEREAFTER. 

Is  good  or  evil  reigning  here, 

One  lord  or  many  bearing  sway  ? 
"Who  is  the  ruler  of  this  sphere  ? 

So  ask  we  oft,  —  but  who  shall  say  ? 
Sin  triumphs,  death  and  pain  are  rife, 

The  l)est  and  worst  like  sorrows  know ; 
All  is  disorder,  darkness,  strife : 

Who,  then,  is  master  here  below  ? 
Wlience  has  this  chaos  come,  and  how 

Or  when  shall  earth  shake  off  this  load  ? 


THOU  SHALT  KNOW  HEREAFTER.       191 

One  is  the  word,  to  which  we  bow, 
"  Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God." 

Unequal  seem  all  things,  unjust ; 

Toils,  tears,  a  wilderness  of  crime : 
Dark  passions,  deadly  hate,  foul  lust, 

Fill  up  the  chronicles  of  time. 
And  yet  each  murmur  we  vepely 

What  we  now  know  not  we  shall  know : 
Let  us  be  patient ;  all  is  well. 

For  history  is  stern  and  slow. 
Let  us  be  patient ;  God  is  wise ; 

He  does  not  fling  His  gold  abroad ; 
Each  jDlan  profound  our  patience  tries : 

"  Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God." 

Let  us  be  patient ;  God  is  love ; 

All  wi'ong  shall  yet  be  righted  here  : 
The  bitterest  shall  the  sweetest  prove  ; 

The  dark  and  tangled  all  be  clear. 
The  worst  shall  then  appear  the  best, 

And  from  confusion  order  spring ; 
The  wisdom  then  shall  stand  confessed, 

And  power  of  the  Eternal  King. 


192  THE    COMING    CREED 

Trust  Him,  He  knows  our  troubled  state ; 

He  knows  each  winding  of  the  road : 
Let  us  sit  calmly  down  and  wait ; 

"  Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God." 


THE    COMING   CREED. 

The  creeds  have  gone,  so  speaks  the  age 

The  era  of  the  sects  is  past. 
Forward  !     In  spite  of  saint  or  sage. 

True  freedom  has  begun  at  last. 

The  Christ  of  God  is  now  no  more, 
The  Christ  of  man  now  sits  supreme  ; 

The  cross  is  part  of  mythic  lore, 
The  resurrection-morn  a  dream. 

The  age's  progress  fears  no  God, 

No  righteous  law,  no  Judge's  throne  ; 

Man  bounds  along  his  new-found  road, 
And  calls  this  universe  Ms  own. 


THE    C03IING    CREED.  193 

Not  faith  in  God,  but  faith  in  man, 

Is  pilot  now,  and  sail,  and  oar : 
The  creeds  are  shrivelled,  cold,  and  wan ; 

The  Christ  that  has  been  is  no  more  ! 

Old  truth,  which  once  struck  deep  in  hearts, 
Fights  hard  for  Hfe,  but  fights  in  vain  ; 

Old  error  into  vigor  starts. 
And  fable  comes  to  life  again. 

Old  misbelief  becomes  earth's  creed  ; 

The  falsehood  lives,  the  truth  has  died : 
Man  leans  upon  a  broken  reed. 

And  falls  in  helplessness  of  pride. 

He  spurns  the  hand  that  would  have  led, 
The  lips  that  would  have  spoken  love  ; 

The  Book  that  would  his  soul  have  fed. 
And  taught  the  wisdom  from  above. 

The  ever-standing  cross,  to  liim 

Is  but  a  Hebrew  relic  vain  ; 
The  wondrous  birth  at  Bethlehem 

A  fiction  of  the  wandering  brain. 

9  M 


194      THE  YOKE  OF  THE  TRUE  BTASTER. 

He  wants  no  Saviour  and  no  light ; 

No  teacher  but  himself  he  needs  : 
He  knows  not  of  a  human  night, 

Save  from  the  darkness  of  the  creeds. 

Eternal  Light,  hide  not  Thy  face  ; 

Eternal  Truth,  direct  our  way  ; 
Eternal  Love,  shine  forth  in  grace, 

Reveal  our  darkness  and  Thy  day  ! 


THE  YOKE  OF  THE  TRUE  MASTER. 

Thy  yoke !     All  other  yokes  are  hard, 

But  Thine  is  soft  and  light ; 
It  fills  the  soul  that  puts  it  on 

With  an  unknown  delight. 

Thy  yoke  !     There  are  no  chains  in  it ; 

It  giveth  eagle's  wings  : 
The  soul  that  takes  it  hastens  on, 

And,  as  he  goeth,  sings. 


THE    YOKE    OF    THE    TRUE    MASTER.  195 

Tliy  burden  is  a  load  of  love, 

And  love  makes  all  things  sweet ; 

It  gives  fresh  vigor  to  the  frame, 
New  swiftness  to  the  feet. 

It  does  not  stay  us  in  our  course, 

Nor  make  our  service  hard ; 
It  cheers  us  on,  and  points  us  to 

The  day  of  glad  reward. 

Oh,  give  us  then  Thy  pleasant  yoke, 

Thy  blessed  burden  lay 
On  us,  that  we  may  do  Thy  work 

In  our  brief  service-day. 

Help  us,  O  Lord,  to  serve  Thee  well 

In  weakness  here  below  ; 
That  we,  rejoicing  in  Thy  love, 

Our  love  to  Thee  may  show. 

The  ser\dce  that  we  render  now, 

'Mid  conflict,  grief,  and  fear, 
Is  such  as  angels  cannot  give 

In  their  all-peacefal  sphere  ;  — 


196  BE    STRONG. 

Service  which  ceases  when  we  part 
With  foes,  and  sins,  and  pain,  — 

Service  that  glorifies  Thy  name 
Beyond  all  service  then. 

Right  gladly  then  we  take  the  yoke, 
And  bear  it  hour  by  hour  ; 

We  glory  in  that  service  here 
Which  magnifies  Thy  power. 

Sustain  us  here,  most  gracious  Lord  ! 

Quicken  our  love  and  faith, 
That  we  may  serve  Thee  well,  and  be 

Still  faithful  unto  death. 


BE   STRONG. 

In  God,  your  God,  be  strong. 
His  power  and  grace  are  thine ; 

The  battle  is  the  battle  of  thy  God, 
The  victory  is  divine. 


BE    STRONG.  197 

True  warriors  of  the  King, 

Fear  not  the  mighty  host 
Of  powers  and  principalities  beneath  ; 

Heed  not  the  hellish  boast 

Dread  not  the  evil  day, 

Dark  as  that  day  may  be. 
Courage  !     However  mighty  is  thy  foe, 

A  greater  is  with  thee  ! 

Take  up,  ye  men  of  war. 

The  armor  of  the  Lord ; 
The  panoply  of  heaven,  the  spear-proof  shield. 

The  helmet,  and  the  sword. 

Quit  you  like  men  of  might ; 

Be  strong,  and  face  the  foe  : 
War  the  good  warfare  here  of  faith  and  truth, 

Lay  the  great  tempter  low. 

To  him  who  overcomes 

Does  the  bright  crown  belong ; 
His  is  the  everlasting  recompense, 

The  victor's  palm  and  song. 


198  BEYOND    THE    MISTS. 


BEYOND   THE   MISTS. 

Thinner  and  tliinner  grows  the  veil 
Between  us  and  the  heaven  of  God ; 

The  mists  are  clearing  from  the  dale, 
Comes  the  last  winding  of  the  road. 

Years  hurry  past,  and  earth  grows  old, 
And  time's  sad  sea  is  ebbing  dry ; 

Long-covered  hills  their  heads  unfold. 
The  distant  has  become  the  nish. 

o 

Round  us  the  darknesses  still  grow, 
But  brighter  burn  the  lights  above ; 

Earth's  lamps  are  waxing  dim  and  low, 
As  onward  tln'ough  its  wastes  we  move. 

Our  earthly  treasures  lessen  fast ; 

Larger  our  heavenly  stores  become : 
Earth  like  a  waste  becomes  at  last. 

And  heaven  more  truly  seems  our  home. 


BEYOND    THE    MISTS.  199 

They  go  ;  we  weep,  yet  dry  our  tears : 
They  die,  yet  die  not ;  all  is  well : 

They  leave  but  feebleness  and  fears, 
In  immortality  to  dwell. 

"  Farewell ! "  we  say.     Why  speak  we  thus  ? 
Is  it  not  "  well "  for  ever  there  ? 
'Tis  they  should  say  "  Farewell "  to  us. 
Still  compassed  here  with  sin  and  care. 

They  enter  in,  we  mark  the  road ; 

We  follow  with  our  eyes  afar. 
Like  one  who  watches,  as  some  cloud 

Blots  from  om-  "sdew  some  long-loved  star. 

Nearer  now  seems  the  land  unseen, 

And  nearer  too  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  thin  veil,  now  drawn  between. 

Shall  vanish  into  hght  away. 

Meanwhile  the  little  flock  remains, 
And  Israel's  Shepherd  keeps  the  fold ; 

Safe,  while  His  arm  this  earth  sustains 
Under  His  shadow  as  of  old. 


200  Elijah's  ascension. 

And  one  by  one  He  calls  them  up, 
Out  fi'om  the  peril  and  the  war ; 

Above  the  fear,  above  the  hope, 
Beyond  the  tumult  and  the  jar. 


ELIJAH'S   ASCENSION. 

On  his  Lord's  bosom  now 
He  resteth  from  his  toil : 

Done  is  his  fiery  warfare  here, 
Purged  of  all  earthly  soil. 

The  fiery  chariot  comes ; 

He  knoweth  well  for  whom : 
It  halts,  he  enters  it,  and  goes 

In  awful  splendor  home. 

At  Jordan's  margin  green 
He  lays  his  burden  down, 

Shakes  ofi"  mortality,  and  mounts 
To  his  eternal  crown. 


ELIJAH'S   ASCENSION.  201 

He  does  not  stay  to  doff 

The  well-worn  mantle  here ; 
Just  as  he  is  he  passes  up, 

Without  a  care  or  fear. 

All  travel-stamed  his  feet, 

His  sandals  soiled  and  torn  ; 
His  raiment  rough,  and  strange,  and  old. 

With  life's  sore  jom^ney  worn. 

With  weary  limbs  that  day, 

On  farewell  errands  bound, 
Bethel's  rough  hills  he  climbed,  then  sought 

The  river-plain  renowned ;  — 

The  plain  where  Israel's  camp 

First  stood  on  Canaan's  shore  ; 
The  pillar-glory  overhead, 

Marching  in  hght  before. 

Smiting  the  water's  strength. 

He  parts  the  flood  in  twain, 
Moves  o'er  its  dark  uncovered  bed. 

Not  to  return  again. 
9* 


202  Elijah's  ascension. 

Here,  where  of  old  the  Lord 
In  wondrous  grace  came  down 

To  lay  His  honored  saint  to  rest 
Deep  in  a  grave  unknown,  — 

Here  He  descends  again, 

In  fiery  chariot  driven. 
To  snatch  from  death  His  proiDhet-saint, 

And  bear  him  up  to  heaven. 

Far  above  Nebo's  height 

He  moves  triumphant  on  ; 
From  highei'  peaks  than  Pisgah's,  sees 

That  goodly  Lebanon. 

All  the  fair  land  he  leaves, 

Beneath  his  feet  now  lies ; 
And  Salem  in  her  zone  of  hills 

Looks  up  to  see  him  rise. 

His  mighty  works  are  done ; 

These  flaming  coursers  bear 
This  over-wearied  son  of  toil 

Beyond  both  hope  and  fear. 


ELIJAH'S    ASCENSION.  20S 

He  needs  no  ai-mor  now, 

No  buckler  for  Ms  breast ; 
His  fight  is  fought,  his  victory  won, 

He  rests  where  warriors  rest. 

But  now  he  heard  the  noise 

Of  Jordan's  tui'bid  roar; 
Next  moment  he  is  by  the  fount 

Where  hving  waters  pom\ 

Fair  are  the  palms  he  left 

Beliind  him  as  he  rose ; 
But  fairer  far  the  palms  wiiich  shade 

Life's  river  as  it  flows. 


Fair  is  Samaria's  hill, 

Bright  is  its  crown  of  pride  ; 
More  fair  the  city  where  she  dwells 

The  Lamb's  immortal  Bride. 


There,  in  his  Father's  house, 
The  pilgrim  rests  at  last, 

His  Cherith-days,  his  Horeb-nights 
Of  pilgrimage  all  past. 


204  THE    STILL    SMALL    VOICE. 

No  more  he  wars  with  kings, 
Or  fights  with  sin  and  wrong ; 

His  are  the  crown  and  palm  and  harp, 
And  his  the  endless  sonsf. 


THE    STILL   SIMALL  VOICE. 

Keep  silence,  God  is  speaking, 

Hear  thou  His  voice ; 
He  speaks  in  loving-kindness,  — 

Listen,  rejoice. 

Aside  from  human  converse, 

Come  thou  alone ; 
Be  ready  still  to  welcome 

His  stillest  tone. 

Thy  God,  0  man,  but  wanteth 

Thy  ready  ear. 
He  knoweth  what  thou  needest : 

Be  still,  and  hear. 


THE    STILL    SMALL    VOICE.  205 

He  loves  to  speak,  —  O  listen  ! 

Turn  not  away. 
His  heart  to  thee  is  beating ; 

Stay,  trifler,  stay ! 

That  which  He  speaks  is  gladness, 

No  word  to  grieve. 
His  words  are  words  of  healing, 

Hear,  then,  and  live. 

He  draweth  near  in  mercy  ; 

He  loves  to  spare : 
His  hand  on  us  He  layeth,  — 

All  heaven  is  there. 

The  years  that  seem  the  darkest 

Are  years  of  love : 
He  speaketh  through  the  darkness 

Peace  from  above. 

The  days  that  seem  all  sunless 

Are  days  of  light ; 
For  God  Himself  is  in  them 

To  make  all  bright. 


206         *  FOR   ME. 


The  hours  of  pain  and  weakness 

Are  hours  of  strength. 
The  health  seems  long  in  coming ; 

It  comes  at  length. 


He  comes  when  waves  are  tossing, 

In  storm  and  shade. 
With  "  It  is  I "  He  cometh ; 

"  Be  not  afraid ! " 


FOR    ME. 

He  must  increase,  and  I  decrease : 
Less  of  myself  and  more  of  Him ! 

I  am  all  emptiness,  and  He 

A  fountain  filled  up  to  the  brim. 

He  takes  my  poverty  and  want, 

To  give  me  His  o'erflowing  wealth ; 

He  takes  my  sickness  on  Himself, 
To  give  me  His  celestial  health. 


KNOW    YE    NOT?  207 

He  goeth  down  that  I  may  rise, 
Is  bound  in  chains  to  set  me  free ; 

Enters  my  lonely  prison-house,  • 

That  I  may  know  His  liberty. 

He  drinks  my  sorrow,  weeps  my  tears, 
That  I  may  taste  His  joy  and  rest ; 

His  hunger  and  His  thirst  are  mine, 
That  mine  may  be  His  heavenly  feast. 

He  takes  my  name,  and  gives  me  His, 
For  my  poor  raiment  gives  His  own ; 

And  all  that  He  has  done  is  mine, — 
His  worth.  His  fulness,  and  His  crown. 


KIS^OW  YE   NOT? 

What  !     Know  ye  not 

That,  of  all  those  who  run  some  earthly  race, 
Only  one  wins  the  prize  ? 
So  run  that  ye  may  win ; 
End  well,  end  well  what  ye  begin. 


208  KNOW   YE    NOT? 

Lest  turning  back  ye  fall, 
And  end  by  losing  all, — 
*    O  loss  without  repair ! 

What !     Know  ye  not 

That  the  true  tem23le  of  the  Lord  are  ye, 

Home  of  the  Holy  Ghost? 
Defile,  destroy  it  not, 
But  keep  it,  keep  it  without  spot. 
It  is  no  earthly  shrine. 
But  heavenly  and  divine, — 

Pollute  ye  not  its  courts  ! 

What !     Know  ye  not 

That  saints  shall  judge  the  world,  nay,  angels  too  ? 

Judge  then  true  judgment  here, — 
Walking  in  ways  upright. 
As  judges  of  the  age  of  light, 
With  holy  charity. 
Yet  with  calm  equity. 

Doing  and  speaking  truth. 

What !     Know  ye  not 

That  the  unrighteous  cannot  enter  in. 
Nor  tread  the  holy  ground  ? 


KNOW   YE   NOT?  209 

The  imperfect  is  not  there, 
But  beauty,  beauty  everywhere, 
Perfection  near  and  far ; 
No  taint,  nor  sin,  nor  jar, — 
All  holiness  and  peace ! 

What !     Know  ye  not 

That  they  who  love  the  world  have  not  in  them 

The  love  of  God  ?     That  love 
Comes  from  a  holy  heaven. 
And  to  us  here  on  earth  is  given, 
To  draw  us  up  from  earth. 
To  where  it  has  its  birth, 

The  bosom  of  our  God. 

What !     Know  ye  not 

That  thus  even  here  ye  must  be  holy  men  ? 

The  Nazarites  of  God ; 
That  walk  with  the  unseen, 
With  feet  washed  in  the  laver  clean, 
And  garments  undefiled. 
Though  all  around  be  soiled. 

Thou  must  be  pure  and  fair. 


210  LINGER   NOT. 


LINGER  NOT. 

The  time  is  short ! 

If  tliou  wouldst  work  for  God,  it  must  be  now, 
If  thou  wouldst  win  the  garland  for  thy  brow,- 

Redeem  the  time. 

Shake  oflP  earth's  sloth  ! 

Go  forth  with  staff  in  hand  while  yet  'tis  day, 
Set  out  with  girded  loins  upon  thy  way, — 

Up,  linger  not ! 

Fold  not  thy  hands  ! 

"What  has  the  pilgrim  of  the  cross  and  crown 
To  do  with  luxury  or  couch  of  down  ?  — 

On,  pilgrim,  on ! 

Sheathe  not  the  sword ! 

The  battle  lies  before  thee,  and  the  prize 
Hangs  yonder,  far  above  these  earthly  skies ; 

Fight  the  good  fight  I 


LINGER   NOT.  211 

Life  ebbs  apace ! 

Fast  crumbles  down  this  house  of  mortal  clay ; 

Fling  not,  like  dust,  thy  precious  hours  away : 
The  end  is  near. 

Faint  not,  O  man ! 

Follow  the  Master  through  the  noble  strife, 
Pursue  His  footsteps  till  they  end  in  life : 

Be  strong  in  Him. 

With  His  reward 

He  comes,  He  tarries  not.  His  day  is  near ; 

When  men  least  look  for  Him  will  He  be  here : 
Prepare  for  Him. 

Let  not  the  flood 

Sweep  thy  fii'm  feet  from  the  eternal  rock ; 

Face  calmly,  solemnly,  the  billow's  shock ; 
Nor  fear  the  storm. 

Withstand  the  foe ; 

Die  daily,  that  for  ever  thou  mayst  live : 
Be  faithful  unto  death ;  thy  Lord  will  give 

The  crown  of  life. 


212  THE    STRENGTH    OF    EVIL. 


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THE   STRENGTH   OF  EVIL. 

In  this  great  world  of  ours 
Nothing  is  small  or  poor ; 

For  each  hour's  smallest  thing  is  knit 
To  the  lonsf  evermore. 


Of  which  we  took  no  heed, 
Ends  in  a  vast  eternity, 
As  in  the  tree  the  seed. 

No  room  to  trifle  here ; 

To  jest  away  life's  hours, 
As  if  we  were  but  born  to  laugh. 

And  sport  among  the  flowers. 

Sin  spreadeth  round  and  round 

In  all  we  hear  or  see ; 
Each  drop  enough  to  poison  earth 

And  stain  eternity. 


THE    STRENGTH    OF    EVIL.  213 

Its  lightest  touch  is  death ; 

And  from  each  spark  there  come 
Fires,  through  the  ages  spreading  wide, 

The  harbingers  of  doom. 

The  soul  that  sinneth  dies  ! 

He  who  has  swerved  aside 
From  the  full-hearted  love  of  God, 

He  has  already  died. 

The  sentence  has  gone  forth 

From  the  great  Judge  of  all, 
In  whose  high  estimate  of  guilt 

No  sin  of  man  is  small. 

O  endless  fruit  of  sin ! 

O  solenm  doom  of  God  ! 
One  drop  of  evil  uj^on  earth 

Swells  to  a  world-wide  flood. 

One  sin  sweeps  over  time, 

Rushing  through  silent  space, 
Like  a  dark  angel,  to  destroy 

The  new-created  race. 


214  TEANSFORMED    DARKNESS. 

Yet  as  the  one  sad  sin 

Brought  death,  and  woe,  and  strife, 
So  the  one  righteousness  has  brought 

The  everlasting  life. 


TEANSFORMED   DARKNESS. 

Let  me  call  nothing  dark  or  ill, 
In  which  the  name  of  God  I  find ; 

Let  me  call  nothing  bright  or  good, 
With  which  that  name  is  not  entwined. 

That  name  lights  up  the  thickest  gloom, 
All  my  bas&  fears  its  sweetness  shames. 

Let  nothing  then  displease  my  soul, 
Li  wliich  I  read  that  name  of  names. 

Let  God  come  near,  and  all  is  well ; 

His  presence  cheers  my  roughest  road ; 
And  nothing  shall  depress  my  heart, 

In  which  I  read  the  love  of  God. 


UP   THE    HILL.  215 

Come  life  or  death,  come  tears  or  smiles, 
Let  me  still  trust  and  not  despair ; 

I  shrink  not  from  the  stormiest  cloud. 
If  but  the  joy  of  God  be  there. 


UP  THE   HILL. 

Press  up  the  hill ! 

The  view  its  summit  shows  is  fair  and  wide,  — 
Greenness  of  field  and  forest  on  each  side : 

Let  the  eye  drink  its  fill. 

Press  up  the  hill ! 

Others  have  climbed  before  thee  this  rough  slope, 
And  now  are  calmly  resting  on  its  top. 

Where  the  soft  dews  distil. 

Press  up  the  hill ! 

It  is  the  mount,  the  holy  mount  of  God ; 

Dread  not  the  steepness  of  the  narrow  road. 
Nor  the  air  sharp  and  chiU.. 


216  WATCHING   FOR    THE    MASTER. 

Press  up  the  hill ! 

By  it  the  radiant  city-gate  is  won, 

And  from  its  height  we  see  the  rising  sun  : 

Then  upward,  upward  still ! 


WATCHING   FOR  THE   MASTER. 

Watch,  for  ye  know  not  when  the  Master  cometh, 
At  midnight,  or  at  cock-crow,  or  at  morn  ; 

When  stars  die  out,  and  earth  is  all  awaiting 
For  the  first  streak  which  tells  that  day  is  born. 

Long  has  He  tarried,  long  His  weary  household 
Have,  from  their  eastern  lattice,  looked  and  sighed. 

Why  comes  He  not  ?  their  eyes  and  hearts  are  failing, 
With  faith  and  hope  so  long  and  sorely  tried. 

Through  the  cold  ages,  when  abounding  evil 

Chilled  their  warm  love,  they  watched,  but  watched 
'     in  vain. 

The  foe  waxed  stronger,  faith  and  hope  grew  weaker ; — 
"  Lord,  come,"  they  cried,  again  and  yet  again. 


WATCHING   FOR   THE    MASTER.  217 

Again  and  yet  again ;  but  still  He  came  not : 

Dark  centuries  of  evil  came  and  went. 
"  0  Master,  tarry  not,"  tliey  cried.     He  spake  not. 

It  seemed  an  everlasting  banishment. 

Evil  still  reigned ;  the  good  still  few  and  feeble. 
The  church's  haters  numerous  and  strong ; 

Error  more  subtle,  truth  more  sad  and  silent, 

Faith's  anguished  cry  still  rising.  Lord,  how  long ! 

Long  has  the  world,  the  Master's  rule  disowning. 
Hating  His  presence  and  His  holy  sway. 

Cried,  "  Where  is  now  the  jDromise  of  His  coming, 
And  where  the  signs  of  the  long-promised  day  ?  " 

But  still,  above  the  scoff,  and  taunt,  and  laughter. 
The  still  small  voice  ariseth,  "  "Watch  and  pray ; " 

And  still,  to  cheer  the  hours  of  lonely  waiting, 
"  Behold,  I  come,"  we  hear  the  Master  say. 

It  may  be  that  the  night  will  yet  grow  darker, 
It  may  be  that  the  storm  is  not  yet  spent ; 

It  may  be  that  the  times  will  wax  more  evil. 
Earth  braving  heaven,  and  scorning  to  repent. 
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218  WATCHING   FOR    THE    MASTER. 

It  may  be  that  the  church's  eye  shall  weary, 
That  hope,  so  long  deferred,  at  last  shall  faint ; 

That  dark  delay  the  buoyant  heart  may  sadden, 
And  shake  the  ftiith  of  many  an  eager  saint. 

Still  let  us  hear  the  Master  daily  saying, 
Behold,  I  come  ;  awake,  arise,  prepare ! 

For  but  a  little,  and  there  sounds  the  summons, 
Ascend,  my  saints,  to  meet  me  in  the  air ! 

Then  end  at  once  our  weary  years  of  watching : 
Cometh  the  vision  and  the  vernal  day ; 

Cometh  the  Master  to  His  waiting  household ; 
The  sunlight  bui'sts,  the  shadows  flee  away ! 

Error  and  darkness  hide  their  heads  for  ever,  — 
Truth,  light,  and  righteousness  make  up  our  morn ; 

Earth  rises  up  in  newer,  holier  splendor, 
Than  when  at  first  in  perfect  beauty  born. 


IN   HIM    WAS    LIFE.  219 


IN   HIM   WAS   LIFE. 

Fair  world  of  earth,  and  air,  and  clouds,  and  sea, 
Full  of  sweet  wisdom  and  rich  goodness  thou  ! 
Yet  all  the  glories  beaming  on  thy  brow 

Are  not  thine  own,  though  seen  so  bright  in  thee. 

Life  leaps,  and  laughs,  and  sings  aloud  in  glee, 
In  man,  and  beast,  and  bird,  and  tree,  and  flower ; 
Yet  each  of  these  doth  cry  out  hour  by  hour, 

"  I  am  not  Life ;  the  Life  is  not  in  me." 

And  beauty  shineth,  smileth  everywhere. 

In  heavens  above,  and  on  this  earth  beneath ; 

Yet  with  clear  voice  each  bright  thing  brightly  saith, 

"  I  am  not  Beauty ;  I  am  only  fair." 

Joy,  too,  all  nature  has  with  splendor  clad ; 
The  sounds  that  fill  the  music-haunted  air, 
Or  rise  from  forest  or  from  stream,  declare, 

"  I  am  not  gladness ;  I  am  only  glad." 


220  THE    DOUBLE    STAR. 

O  wondrous  sun  !  with  all  that  light  of  thine, 
Unchanged  since  thy  Creator  kindled  thee, 
The  fountain-head  of  radiant  purity ; 

Thou  say'st,  "  I  am  not  light,  I  only  shine." 

Look  not  to  me,  say  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 
We  but  reveal  another's  comeliness  ; 
As  voices  crying  in  the  wilderness, 

"  The  birth-place  of  all  beauty  is  on  high." 


THE   DOUBLE    STAR. 

Long  ages  came  and  went ; 

And,  sick  with  hope  deferred, 
The  church's  voice  grew  faint ;  she  seemed 
Unnoticed  and  unheard. 

At  length  to  her  a  child  was  born. 

At  length  a  son  was  given ; 
The  dayspring  broke  on  earth. 
The  love  came  down  from  heaven. 


THE    LIGHT    OF    THE    RISEN    ONE.  221 

Long  years  have  come  and  gone, 

And  with  uphfted  eye, 
The  church,  with  calm  and  silent  hope, 
Has  watched  the  eastern  sky. 

At  length  the  voice  shall  yet  be  heard. 

With  which  all  earth  shall  ring : 
Lo,  this  is  God,  our  God, 

This  the  long-promised  King. 


THE   LIGHT   OF   THE   EISEN  ONE. 

Risen  Son  of  God,  this  day 

Pour  on  us  Thy  rising  ray ! 
All  our  light,  O  Risen  One, 
Cometh  from  Thy  light  alone. 

Let  Thy  cross  upon  us  shine. 
With  its  love  and  power  divine  ; 
Beams  of  everlasting  grace 
Flowing  to  us  from  Thy  face. 


222  ENTER   INTO    THY   CLOSET. 

From  Thy  grave  let  light  come  forth, 
Breaking  o'er  a  darkened  earth  ; 
Resurrection-light  and  peace, 
Resurrection-joy  and  bliss. 

In  Thy  life  alone  is  light, 
And  without  it  all  is  night ; 

From  the  darkness  of  the  tomb. 
Light  of  life,  arise  and  come. 


ENTER  INTO   THY   CLOSET. 

Shut  in  with  God,  as  in  His  tent. 
No  veil  of  earth  let  down  between ; 

We  look  beyond  that  firmament. 
And  enter  on  a  world  unseen. 

We  would  behold  Him  face  to  face. 

And  talk  with  Him,  as  friend  with  friend ; 

His  fellowship  of  heavenly  grace 
Enjoying  without  break  or  end. 


TJNBEGINNING   AND    UNENDING. 

As  the  disciples  saw  the  Lord, 
And  listened  to  His  voice  of  love, 

Still  drinking  in  each  heavenly  word. 
Like  living  water  from  above  ; 

So  would  we  see  Him,  hear  Him  now. 
As  if  He  spoke  to  us  alone  ; 

And  so,  shut  out  from  all  below, 

Would  feast  upon  each  look  and  tone. 


223 


UNBEGINNING  AND  UNENDING. 

Heri  nostrum ;  eras  et  pridem 

Semper  tibi  nunc  et  idem, 

Tuum,  Deus,  liodiemum, 

Indivisum  sempiternum.  —  Hildebeet. 

Unbeginning  and  unending, 
Yet  the  Beginning  and  the  Ending, 
Thee,  Jehovah,  God  of  blessing, 
Mghty  God,  Thy  name  confessing, 
Mghty  God,  Thy  greatness  praismg, 
Hearts  and  voices  upward  raising, 


224  SABBATHS. 

Over  us  in  mercy  bending, 
Ever  down  upon  us  sending 
Daily  fulness  of  all  blessing, 
Without  measure,  without  ceasing,  - 
Thee  Jehovah,  great  Creator, 
Thee  Jehovah,  God  of  nature. 
Thee  the  great  and  gracious  Giver, 
Thee  we  celebrate  for  ever, 
Thee  the  first  and  last  we  sing, 
Thee  the  high  eternal  King ! 


SABBATHS. 

Aurora  coelum  purpurat 

^ther  resultat  laudibus, 

Mundus  triumplians  jubilat, 

Horrens  avernus  infremit.  —  Old  Hvmx. 

Bright  days,  we  need  you  in  a  world  like  this ! 

Be  brighter  still,  —  ye  cannot  be  too  bright ; 
The  world's  six  days  of  vanity  and  toil 

Would,  but  for  you,  oppress  us  with  their  night. 


SABBATHS.  225 

Bright  days,  in  you  heaven  cometli  nenrer  earth, 
And  earth  more  fully  breathes  the  balm  of  heaven : 

The  stillness  of  your  air  infuses  calm, 

Fairest  and  sweetest  of  the  weekly  seven  ! 

Your  dews  are  fresher  ;  greener  spread  your  fields  ; 

Your  streams  flow  by  us  with  a  sweeter  song ; 
Your  flowers  give  out  a  fragrance  doubly  soft. 

And  the  unwearied  hours  the  joy  prolong. 

Ye  are  like  openings  in  a  cloudy  sky, 

Through  which  we  see  the  hidden  blue  beyond  ; 

Y'e  are  like  palm-trees  in  a  wilderness. 

Where  all  is  barrenness  and  death  around. 

Bright  days,  abide  with  us,  we  need  you  still ! 

Y^'e  are  the  ever-gushing  wells  of  time  ; 
Ye  are  the  open  casements,  where  we  hear 

The  distant  notes  of  heaven's  descending  chime. 
10*  o 


226  HEAVENLY    SUNSHINE. 


HEAVENLY  SUNSHINE. 

O  sol  salutis,  intimis 

Jesu  refulge  mentibus, 

Dum,  nocte  pulsa,  gratior 

Orbi  dies  renascitur.  —  Old  Hymn. 

Sunshine  of  God,  in  thee  my  soul 

"Would  find  her  summer  day  : 
O  sunshine  of  the  love  of  God, 

Thou  leadest  none  astray. 
Clear  sunshine  of  the  Book  of  God^ 

Light  up  my  shaded  way  ; 
Bright  sunsliine  of  the  cross  of  Christ, 

For  ever  with  me  stay. 
Fair  sunshine  of  eternal  life, 

Shed  down  on  me  thy  ray  ; 
All  mist  and  shadow  dissipate, 

All  gloomy  fears  allay. 
Within  this  clouded  soul  of  mine 

Rule  thou  with  blessed  sway  ; 
Thy  radiant  sweetness  o'er  each  path 

Of  shaded  life  display. 


new-year's  hymn.  227 


NEW-YEAR'S    HYMN. 

FROM    THE    LATIN. 

Lapsus  est  annus ;  redit  annus  alter ; 
Vita  sic  mutis  fugit  acta  pennis. 

One  year  is  gone  ;  another  comes  instead ; 

Thus  our  spent  life  on  silent  pinions  flies  ; 
Thou,  O  our  God,  dost  regulate  their  course, 

One  Ruler  of  time's  awful  destinies. 

Our  nation,  loaded  with  Thy  gifts,  gives  praise  ; 

To  Thee  with  one  accord  our  country  prays 
That  Thou  for  us  wouldst  still  unchanged  preserve 

The  solemn  faith  and  worship  of  old  days. 

Our  citizens  look  up  to  Thee  for  food. 

And  plead  mth  Thee,  that  from  their  native  shore 
All  sickness  Thou  wouldst  drive  away,  and  give 

Large  blessings  of  sure  peace  for  evermore. 


228  SURGITE. 

They  ask  Thee  graciously  to  pardon  sin, 
Restoring  what  their  guilt  had  reft  away ; 

And,  after  grievous  war,  with  Thy  right  hand 
To  give  the  healthful  palm  of  victory. 

Hating  the  sins  and  stains  of  this  vile  life, 
Our  hearts,  O  God,  we  consecrate  to  Thee : 

Give  hapi^y  years  ;  and  Thy  paternal  light 
Upon  us  resting  may  we  ever  see. 

Whilst  days  run  on,  and  rolling  years  return, 
And  in  fixed  course  the  ages  Thee  obey,  — 

To  Thee,  the  Three-one  God,  earth's  Sovereign  Lord, 
Let  the  wide  world  in  song  the  homage  pay. 


SURGITE. 

Do  not  slumber  ;  suns  are  shining,  — 
Shall  they  shine  o'er  thee  in  vain  ? 

Be  no  sluggard ;  suns  are  setting 
Which  shall  never  rise  again. 


SURGITE.  229 

All  awake  floats  yonder  eagle, 

In  the  bosom  of  the  day, 
Moving  on  through  cloud  and  sunshine, 

Ever  watching  for  his  prey. 

All  awake  stands  yonder  mountain. 

Its  old  eye  all  slumber  shuns  ; 
See  its  beacon-peaks  still  glowing 

With  the  gleam  of  ancient  suns. 

Never  sleeping,  never  resting. 

On  and  on  the  rivers  flow ; 
Every  drop  alive,  and  conscious 

Of  a  mighty  work  to  do. 

Do  not  dream  away  thy  lifetime  ; 

'Twas  not  given  thee  for  a  dream  : 
'Tis  a  fragment  of  th'  eternal, 

Which  thou  must,  thou  must  redeem. 

Every  hour  is  more  than  golden, 

Every  moment  is  a  gem  : 
Treasure  up  these  hours  and  moments, 

There  are  princely  pearls  in  them. 


230  SURGITE. 

Do  not  wanton  with  the  wanton, 
Do  not  drivel  with  the  fool ; 

Walk  in  truth  with  true  men  only, 
AVith  the  wise  in  wisdom's  school. 

Do  not  laugh  away  the  immortal, 
Do  not  sport  away  the  true  ; 

Keep  the  noble  and  the  manly 
Ever  gloriously  in  view. 

Be  the  coward  in  all  evil. 
Flee  its  darkly-rolling  wave ; 

In  all  good  be  ever  foremost, 
Be  the  bravest  of  the  brave. 

Ever  fervent,  yet  not  fiery. 

From  warm  words  thy  lips  restrain  ; 
In  the  softness  of  the  answer 

Thou  wilt  find  th^^  power  with  men. 

Speak  thou  calmly  ;  men  will  listen 
To  the  cahn  of  quiet  souls : 

Think  thou  firmly  ;  men  grow  silent 
As  the  weighty  thought  unrolls. 


SURGITE.  231 

Be  no  niggard  of  thy  silver, 

Scatter  freely,  give  in  love  ; 
Be  large-hearted,  open-handed. 

And  the  harvest  thou  shalt  prove. 

There  was  One  who  once  gave  freely. 
For  His  boundless  all  He  gave  ; 

And  in  giving  He  hath  taught  us 
How  to  give,  and  love,  and  save. 

And  Himself  the  Truth,  the  True  One, 

He  came  the  truth  to  show, 
That  the  treasure,  without  measure, 

All  His  wisdom  we  might  know. 

Truth  has  many  sides,  consider,  — 

Keep  its  many  sides  in  view ; 
Mark  each  face  of  its  clear  crystal, 

Go  round  and  round  the  true. 

Do  not  loiter  ;  time  is  rushing. 

Like  the  racer  to  the  goal : 
Do  not  waste  the  eternal  treasure, 

Do  not  fling  away  thy  soul. 


232  SURGITE. 

Do  not  lino^er ;  see  the  as^es 

Are  rushing  to  then-  doom, 
And  the  long  eternal  era 

Is  coming  in  their  room. 

Do  not  trifle  ;  earth  is  groaning 
Under  wrongs  and  burdens  sore  : 

Be  in  earnest ;  put  thy  shoulder 
To  the  work  that  lies  before. 

Be  no  lounger ;  do  not  fritter 

All  thy  little  life  away : 
See,  its  hours  are  all  in  motion, 

And  they  will  not  for  thee  stay. 

Live  for  spirit,  not  for  matter  ; 

Aim  thou  higher  every  hour : 
Leave  the  steaming  swamps  beneath  thee. 

Be  thy  home  the  moimtain-tower. 

Look  thou  far  mto  the  future, 
Far  beyond  that  sky  and  sea  ; 

Seek  to  show  thyself  here  daily 
What  thou  hopest  soon  to  be. 


STJRGITE.  233 

Be  not  selfish ;  earth's  great  sickness 

Needeth  self-denying  men 
To  go  forth  among  the  dying, 

And  to  soothe  the  beds  of  pain. 

Doff  the  purple,  don  the  armor, 

Take  the  helmet  and  the  shield  ; 
Drop  the  garland,  seize  the  weapon, 

Make  thee  haste  to  take  the  field. 

Lie  not  down  among  the  roses, 

Carry  high  thy  cross  and  sword ; 
What !     A  Sybarite  disciple 

Of  a  self-denying  Lord ! 

Be  not  weary  ;  for  the  warfare, 
Hard  and  fierce,  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 

And  the  rest  will  be  unchanging 
On  the  green  unfading  shore. 

Fear  no  foemen,  be  their  number 

Like  the  locusts  in  their  flight ; 
He  who  leads  thee  is  the  Captain 

Who  has  never  lost  a  fight. 


234  SURGITE. 

Name  His  name,  and  speed  thee  onward 
'Tis  a  spell  of  strength,  that  name  ; 

'Tis  a  battle-cry  resistless, 

Striking  foes  with  dread  and  shame. 

Be  not  idle  ;  kings  are  girding 

Their  last  sword  upon  their  thigh  ; 

And  the  long-expected  battle 
Of  the  world  is  drawing  nigh. 

Be  not  heedless ;  mark  the  Hghtning 
That  is  treasured  in  yon  cloud : 

See  the  store  of  silent  thunder 
That  so  soon  shall  speak  aloud. 

Up  !  be  watching ;  Christ  is  coming,  — 
He  is  coming  for  His  own  ; 

He  is  coming  to  do  battle 

For  His  long  expected  crown. 

When  the  evil  is  most  evil, 

When  the  foe  is  in  his  strength, 

And  earth's  fever  universal, 

Then  the  Healer  comes  at  length. 


SURGITE.  235 

And  when  fails  all  human  wisdom, 
When  man's  boasted  light  succumbs, 

When  his  progress  proves  illusion, 
Then  the  world's  one  Prophet  comes. 

When  the  last,  wide,  lawless  uproar 
Showeth  man's  poor  rule  all  vain  ; 

Then  the  mighty  King  descendeth 
In  His  glorious  power  to  reign. 

When  man's  wisdom  turns  to  folly, 

And  his  faith  is  but  a  name ; 
When  his  self-will,  vainly  seeking 

High  dominion,  ends  in  shame. 

When  his  art,  and  thought,  and  culture 

Do  but  swell  the  tm-bid  stream ; 
When  his  reason  struggles  vainly. 

And  the  mind-power  proves  a  dream. 

When  the  tree  of  knowledge  ripens 

Its  bitterest  and  its  last ; 
When  the  era  of  believing 

Into  unbelief  has  past. 


236  STJRGITE. 

When  the  learning  of  the  ages 

Cannot  cleanse  the  world's  foul  air  ; 

When  the  spii'its  of  the  faithful 
Are  slow  sinking  in  despair. 

Then  the  wisdom  of  all  wisdoms 
Poureth  in  upon  our  night ; 

And  the  many  masters  vanish, 
The  One  Teacher  comes  in  light. 

Up  !  be  watching ;  stars  are  paling, 
Day  is  breaking  o'er  the  deep, 

And  the  tempest  of  the  ages 
Is  subsidiug  into  sleep. 

When  the  shadow  rests  most  sadly 
Over  earth,  and  all  is  fear. 

Lift  we  up  our  head  in  triumph,  — 
Our  redemption  di'aweth  near. 

When  the  v>^arfare  rages  fiercest, 
Then  His  hosts  our  Captain  cheers ; 

When  the  darkness  is  the  darkest. 
Then  the  morning  star  appears. 


PSALMS. 


PSALM  XXXVn.  L.  M. 

Fret  not  at  sinners  !     Envy  not 

The  workers  of  iniquity  ! 
As  grass  they  quickly  are  cut  down, 

As  the  green  herb  they  fade  away. 

Trust  in  Jehovah,  and  do  good ; 

Dwell  in  the  land,  and  feed  secure :  ^ 
Yea,  in  the  Lord  delight  thyself, 

He  will  thy  heart's  desires  make  sui-e. 

Upon  Jehovah  roll  thy  way ; 

Trust  Him,  and  He  will  do  it  all. 
As  hght  thy  righteousness,  as  noon 

Thy  judgment,  yet  bring  forth  He  shall. 

Rest  in  Jehovah :  for  Him  wait! 

Fret  not  thyself  at  his  success 
Who  prospereth  in  his  evil  way, 

And  brings  to  pass  his  wickedness. 

1  See  Hebrew. 


240  PSALM    XXXVII. 

Be  still  from  anger;  wrath  forsake: 
Fret  not  thyself ;  'tis  evil  'all.^ 

Slain  are  the  sinners ;  they  on  God 
Who  wait,  the  earth  inherit  shall. 

For  yet  a  little  while,  and  then 
The  wicked  one  no  more  is  seen ; 

His  place  thou  ponderest,  and  lo ! 
It  is  as  it  had  never  been. 

And  then,  for  their  inheritance, 

The  meek  ones  shall  the  earth  possess; 

Yea,  then  they  shall  delight  themselves 
In  the  abundance  of  Thy  peace. 

Gnashing  his  teeth,  the  wicked  one 
Against  the  just  one  plots  doth  lay ; 

The  Lord  shall  laugh  at  him,  because 
He  sees  at  hand  his  coming  day. 

The  wicked  have  unsheathed  the  sword ; 

Yea,  they  have  bent  their  bow  to  slay 
The  poor  and  needy  one,  —  to  smite 

All  those  who  are  of  upright  way. 
1  See  Hebrew. 


psal:m  xxxtii.  241 

Their  sword  shall  enter  their  own  heart; 

Their  bows  be  shivered !     Better  far 
The  just  one's  little  all,  than  stores 

Of  the  ungodly  many  are. 

Broken  shall  be  the  wicked's  arms  ; 

Jehovah  still  the  just  sustains. 
Jehovah  knows  the  upright's  days, 

Their  heritage  for  aye  remains. 

They,  when  the  time  of  evil  comes, 

Shall  never  disappointed  be ; 
Yea,  in  the  days  of  dearth  they  shall 

Be  satisfied  abundantly. 

For  perish  shall  the  wicked  ones, 

And,  as  the  fat  of  lambs,  shall  be 
Jehovah's  foes  :  they  shall  consume, — 

In  smoke  they  shall  consume  away. 

The  wicked  borrows,  none  he  pays ; 

The  just  is  kind  and  liberal. 
They  whom  God  blesseth  take  the  earth. 

They  whom  He  curseth  perish  all. 

11  T 


242  PSALM   XXXVII. 

Man's  ^  steps  are  ordered  by  the  Lord, 
And  he  delighteth  in  His  way. 

He  falleth,  yet  is  not  o'erthrown : 
Jehovah's  hand  doth  him  upstay. 

I  have  been  young,  and  now  am  old, 
And  yet  the  just  one  never  did 

I  see  forsaken  of  the  Lord, 

Nor  yet  liis  offspring  begging  bread. 

Loving  is  he  always,  and  lends ; 

For  his  seed  blessing  is  in  store. 
Depart  from  evil,  and  do  good, 

Thou  shalt  abide  for  evermore. 

For  judgment  doth  Jehovah  love, 
And  He  will  not  forsake  His  own. 

For  evermore  are  they  preserved ; 
The  sinner's  offspring  is  o'erthrown. 

The  righteous  shall  inherit  earth, 
And  on  it  they  shall  dwell  for  aye ; 

The  righteous  wisdom  uttereth. 

His  tongue  doth  judgment  speak  alway. 

1  See  Hebrew. 


PSALM    XXXVII.  243 

The  law  of  God  is  in  Ms  heart, 
None  of  liis  steps  shall  slide  away ; 

The  wicked  for  the  righteous  one 
Watcheth,  and  seeketh  him  to  slay. 

Surely  Jehovah  will  not  leave 

The  just  one  in  the  wicked's  hand ; 

Nor  against  him  will  sentence  give 
When  he  shall  in  the  judgment  stand. 

Upon  Jehovah  wait,  and  keep 

His  way ;  so  He  exalt  shall  thee 
Earth  to  inherit :  when  the  fall 

Of  the  ungodly  thou  shalt  see. 

I've  seen  the  wicked  one  in  power, 
Outspreading  like  a  green  bay-tree : 

He  passeth,  and  lo  !  he  is  not ; 

I  sought,  but  found  he  could  not  be. 

Watch  thou  the  perfect  one,  and  see 

The  upright,  for  his  end  is  peace ; 
But  the  transgressors  perish  all, 

The  sinner's  end  destruction  is. 


24:4  PSALM    XXXVIII. 

But  from  Jehovah  ever  is 

Salvation  to  the  righteous  all ; 

And  in  each  season  of  distress, 
Their  succor  prove  Jehovah  shall. 

Jehovah  hath  them  helped  and  saved, 
And  He  will  yet  deliver  them  ; 

Yea,  save  them  from  the  wicked  hands, 
Because  they  trusted  in  His  name. 


PSALM  XXXVin.  lO's. 

Jehovah,  in  Thy  wrath  rebuke  me  not. 
Nor  in  Thy  hot  displeasure  me  chastise  ; 

For  fast  within  me  do  Thine  arrows  stick,  „ 
And  upon  me  right  sore  Thy  hand  it  lies. 

There  is  no  soundness  in  my  flesh,  because 

Of  this  Thy  wrath ;  no  peace  ^  my  bones  within, 

Because  of  these  my  great  iniquities. 

For  far  above  my  head  has  passed  my  sin. 

1  See  Hebrew. 


PSALM    XXXVIII.  245 

A  burden  much  too  heavy  are  my  sms, 

With  hateful  wounds  they  cover  all  my  frame ; 

I'm  troubled,  I  am  greatly  bowed  down 

All  the  day  long  with  mourning  and  with  shame. 

Unclean,  unclean  am  I  from  head  to  foot ; 

No  health  in  me  ;  weak  and  all  bruised  I  lie ; 
By  reason  of  my  heart's  disquietude, 

I  hfted  have  my  loud  and  bitter  cry. 

All  my  desire  I  lay  before  Thee,  Lord, 

Nor  from  Thee  hidden  is  my  secret  groan ; 

Panteth  my  heart,  quite  faileth  me  my  strength, 
The  light  of  these  mine  eyes  is  from  me  gone. 

Lovers  and  neighbors  from  my  stroke  stand  off; 

My  nearest  stand  the  farthest :  snares  they  lay, 
My  soul  who  seek ;  yea,  they  who  seek  my  hurt 

Speak  mischief,  and  plot  falsehoods  all  the  day. 

But  as  one  deaf,  so  heard  I  not  at  all ; 

My  mouth  I  opened  not,  as  one  that's  dumb ; 
Thus  was  I  as  a  man  that  heareth  not, 

One  from  whose  mouth  doth  no  reproving  come. 


246  PSALM    XXXYIII. 

For  in  Thee,  O  Jehovah,  have  I  hoped ; 

Yea,  Thou,  O  Lord  my  God,  wilt  hear  my  cries. 
For  I  have  said.  What  if  they  lehould  prevail  ? 

When  my  foot  sUps,  against  me  they  arise. 

For  I  am  ever  halting,  and  my  grief 

Has  without  ceasing  still  before  me  been : 

For  mine  iniquity  I  will  declare ; 
Yea,  I  will  bitterly  bewail  my  sin. 

For  lively  are  my  foes, — yea,  they  are  strong; 

They  that  me  falsely  hate  are  multiplied. 
They  are  my  foes  that  render  ill  for  good, 

Because  I  seek  the  good,  and  there  abide. 

But,  0  Jehovah,  do  not  me  forsake ; 

And,  0  my  God,  be  Thou  not  far  from  me. 
Make  haste,  O  Lord,  to  give  me  needed  help, 

For  my  salvation  is  alone  from  Thee. 


PSALM    XXXIX.  247 


PSALM  XXXIX. 

I  SAID,  I  will  keep  watch  upon  my  ways, 
That  so  my  tongue  I  may  from  sin  restrain ; 

And  while  the  wicked  one  before  me  stands, 
I  to  my  mouth  will  hold  the  needful  rein. 

Dumb  with  my  silence  was  I ;  yea,  from  good 
I  held  my  peace ;  yet  grief  more  fierce  became : 

My  heart  T\dthin  me  waxed  yet  more  hot. 

Till,  as  I  mused,  thus  blazed  the  pent-up  flame. 

I  spake  thus  with  my  tongue :  Make  me,  0  Lord, 
To  know  the  end  of  this  my  life  below, 

And  what  the  measure  of  my  days  on  earth, 
That  all  my  frailty  I  may  fully  know. 

Behold,  an  hand-breadth  Thou  hast  made  my  days, 
IMine  age  as  nothing  is  before  Tliine  eye : 

Ah,  surely  every  man  on  earth  that  is. 
Even  at  his  best  estate,  is  vanity. 


248  PSALM    XXXIX. 

Ah,  surely  in  a  vain  show  walketh  man, 

Surely  they  troubled  are  for  vanity. 
He  heapeth  up  his  treasures  on  the  earth, 

And  doth  not  know  for  whom  they  gathered  be. 

And  now,  what  have  I  waited  for,  O  Lord  ? 

My  hope  is  resting  only  ujion  Thee. 
Me  from  my  manifold  transgi'essions  save ; 

Of  fools  the  scorn,  oh  make  not,  make  not  me. 

Dumb  was  I,  and  my  mouth  I  opened  not. 
Because  'twas  Thou,  O  Lord,  who  didst  it  all. 

Lift  off  Thy  blows ;  I  am  consumed  by  these 

Sharp  battle-strokes  wliich  from  Thy  hand  do  fall. 

With  Thy  rebukes  for  sin  Thou  chastenest  man ; 

Even  as  the  moth,  to  melt  and  pass  away 
Thou  makest  all  his  comely  excellence : 

Ah,  surely  every  man  is  vanity ! 

Hear,  O  Jehovah,  hear  at  length  my  prayer ; 

Unto  my  supplicating  cry  Thme  ear 
Incline ;  O  Lord,  no  longer  silence  keep ; 

Oh,  keep  not  silence  at  my  falling  tear. 


PSALM    XL.  249 

For  I  a  stranger  am  with  Thee,  O  Lord ; 

A  sojourner,  as  all  my  fothers  were. 
O  sjDare  me,  that  I  may  be  comforted. 

Ere  earth  I  leave,  and  am  no  longer  there. 


PSALM   XL. 

Waiting,  I  waited  for  the  Lord ; 

He  stooped  to  me,  and  heard  my  cry 
From  the  dark  pit  and  miry  clay 

He  brought  me  up  and  set  on  high. 

My  feet  He  lifted  to  the  rock. 

Established  hath  He  all  my  ways ; 

A  new  song  in  my  mouth  He  put,  — 
To  God,  our  God,  a  song  of  praise. 

Many  shall  see,  and  fear,  and  trust 

Upon  the  Lord.     That  man  is  blest, 
Who,  heeding  not  the  proud  and  false, 

Doth  in  Jehovah  find  his  rest. 
11* 


250  PSALM    XL. 

Many  and  mighty  are  the  works 

Which  Thou,  O  Lord  my  God,  hast  wrought ; 
Thy  purposes  to  us-ward,  they 

Have  wondrous  been  beyond  all  thought. 

Who  can  them  reckon  up  ?     Who  can 

Set  them  in  order  Thee  before  ? 
Would  I  declare  and  speak  of  them  ? 

Than  can  be  numbered  they  are  more ! 

Not  to  the  flesh  of  sacrifice 

Hast  Thou,  Jehovah,  had  regard : 

Not  in  the  offering  hadst  delight ;  — 

These  ears  of  mine  Thou  hast  prepared. 

Not  for  the  whole  burnt-sacrifice, 
Not  for  sin-offering  didst  Thou  look. 

Then  did  I  speak.  Behold,  I  come ! 
Of  me  'tis  written  in  the  Book : 

To  do  Thy  pleasure,  0  my  God, 
Has  been  the  gladness  of  my  heart ; 

Yea,  and  Thy  law  hath  ever  been 
Deep  hidden  in  my  inmost  part. 


PSALM    XL.  251 

The  tidings  of  the  righteousness 
In  the  assembly  great  I've  shown : 

My  lips,  behold,  I  kept  not  back  ; 
This,  O  Jehovah,  Thou  hast  known. 

Within  the  chambers  of  my  heart 
Thy  righteousness  I  did  not  hide ; 

But  I  have  all  Thy  faithfulness 
And  Thy  salvation  testified. 

Within  the  great  assembly  I 

Thy  love  and  truth  left  not  untold ; 

Thy  loving-kindnesses  from  me, 
Jehovah,  do  Thou  not  withliold. 

Thy  loving-kindness  and  Thy  truth, 
Let  them  preserve  me  constantly ; 

For  evils  past  all  numbering 
On  every  side  encompass  me. 

My  sins  of  me  have  taken  hold. 

So  that  mine  eyes  no  longer  see ; 
More  than  the  hairs  upon  my  head ! 

Therefore  my  heart  forsaketh  me.-^ 

1  See  Hebrew. 


252  PSALM    XL. 

Be  pleased,  Jehovah,  me  to  save  ; 

To  help,  Jehovah,  make  no  stay : 
Who  seek  my  soul  to  lay  it  waste, 

Confounded  and  ashamed  be  they. 

Turned  back  be  they  and  put  to  shame, 
Who  joy  in  mine  adversity  ; 

Laid  waste  be  they  for  shaming  me. 
Aha,  aha,  to  me  who  cry. 

Joyful  and  glad  in  Thee  be  all 

Whose  hearts  are  set  on  Thee  above ; 

Great  be  Jehovah,  let  them  say. 
All  they  who  Thy  salvation  love. 

But  I  all  poor  and  needy  am ; 

Yet  me  the  Lord  hath  not  forgot. 
Help  and  deliverer  art  Thou ; 

Make  haste,  my  God,  and  tarry  not ! 


PSALM    XLI.  253 


PSALM   XLI. 

0  BLESSED  he  who  on  the  poor  one  thinks  ! 
In  trouble's  day  Jehovah  will  him  save. 

Jehovah  will  him  keep,  yea,  save  alive  ; 
And  in  the  land  he  blessedness  shall  have. 

And  not  mito  the  will  of  enemies 

Wilt  Thou  at  any  time.  Lord,  give  him  o'er. 
Jehovah  on  his  sick-bed  holds  him  up  ; 

His  bed  Thou  smoothest  all  in  sickness  sore. 

1  said,  Jehovah,  unto  me  show  grace ! 

Heal  me,  for  sin  against  Thee  I  have  done. 
My  enemies  against  me  evil  speak ; 

When  shall  he  perish  and  his  name  be  gone  ? 

Yea,  when  he  comes,  it  is  to  spy  me  out ; 

And  with  his  lips  he  speaketh  vanity. 
His  heart  doth  gather  mischief  to  itself ; 

He  goeth  out,  and  publishes  the  lie. 


254  PSALM    XLI. 

All  they  who  hate  me  whisper  in  their  plots ; 

Against  me  they  devise  an  evil  sore. 
There  cleaves  to  him,  say  they,  some  cursed  thing ; 

He  lieth  there,  and  shall  arise  no  more. 

Man  of  my  peace,  my  friend,  my  trusted  one, 
Guest  of  my  table,  he  doth  me  betray  : 

But  Thou,  Jehovah,  unto  me  show  grace ; 
Oh  raise  me  up,  that  I  may  them  repay. 

By  this  I  know  Thou  lovest  me,  because 
My  foe,  o'er  me  to  triumph,  finds  no  place. 

And  me,  in  mine  U23rightness,  Thou  hast  kept, 
For  ever  setting  me  before  Thy  face. 

Now  blessed  be  Jehovah,  Israel's  God, 

Blest  be  Jehovah  from  eternity. 
To  the  eternity  that  is  to  come !  — 

Amen,  Amen,  Jehovah  blessed  be  ! 


PSALiI   XLII.  255 


PSALM   XLII. 

As  pants  for  water-brooks  the  hart, 
So  pants  my  soul,  O  God,  for  Thee  ; 

For  God  it  thirsts,  the  living  God : 
When  shall  I  go  my  God  to  see  ? 

My  tears  have  been  my  bitter  meat. 
All  the  night  long  and  all  the  day ; 

While  mito  me  continually, 

Where  is  thy  God  ?  my  haters  say. 

When  I  these  days  to  mind  recall, 
I  pour  out  all  my  soul  in  me ; 

For  once  in  other  days  had  I 
Gone  with  the  mighty  company. 

With  them  into  the  house  of  God 
I  went,  with  voice  of  joy  and  praise : 

With  the  great  multitude  I  went 
That  kept  the  solemn  holidays. 


256  PSALM    XLII. 

Wliy  art  thou  then  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

And  why  disquieted  in  me  ? 
Hope  thou  in  God :  I  shall  Him  praise ; 

His  face  shall  my  salvation  be. 

My  God,  my  soul  is  bowed  down, 
My  soul  is  bowed  down  in  me ; 

From  Jordan,  Hermon,  Mizar  hiU, 
My  God,  I  will  remember  Thee ! 

With  thunder  of  Thy  waterspouts, 
Deep,  answering  to  deep,  doth  call ; 

Thy  breakers  break  above  my  head, 
And  o'er  me  roll  Thy  billows  all. 

Yet  in  the  day  Jehovah  will 

Command  for  me  His  tender  care : 

His  song  is  with  me  all  the  night ; 
God  of  my  life,  oh  hear  my  prayer. 

I  unto  God  my  rock  will  say. 

Why  hast  Thou  me  forgotten  so  ? 

Why  must  I  go  still  mourning  on. 
Because  of  the  oppressing  foe  ? 


PSALM    XL  III.  257 

As  with  a  sword  my  bones  within, 
My  foes  me  with  reproaches  load ; 

While  without  ceasing,  day  by  day, 
They  say  to  me,  Where  is  thy  God  ? 

Why  art  thou,  O  my  soul,  cast  down  ? 

And  why  disquieted  in  me  ? 
Hope  thou  in  God ;  I  shall  Him  praise : 

Health  of  my  face,  my  God  is  He  ! 


PSALM   XLin. 

Judge  me,  0  God,  my  God,  and  plead  my  cause 
With  an  ungodly  nation ;  from  the  man 

Of  fraud  and  wickedness  deliver  me. 

For  of  my  strength  Thou  art  the  God  alone. 

Why  dost  Thou  cast  me  off?    Why  go  I  thus 
Mourning  because  mine  enemies  oppress  ? 

Send  out  Thy  light  and  truth ;  me  lead,  me  guide 
To  Thine  abode,  —  Thy  hill  of  holiness. 

Q 


258  PSALM    XLIV. 

Then  to  the  altar  of  my  God  I'll  come, 
To  God  the  gladness  of  my  joy  I'll  go : 

Yea,  with  the  harp  I  will  give  thanks  to  Thee ; 
To  Thee,  0  God,  my  God,  my  praise  shall  flow. 

Why  art  thou  thus  dejected,  0  my  soul  ? 

And  why  art  thou  disquieted  in  me  ? 
Hope  thou  in  God,  for  I  shall  yet  Him  praise ; 

Health  of  my  countenance,  my  God,  is  He. 


PSALM   XLIV. 

We  with  our  ears  have  heard,  O  God, 
Our  fathers  have  to  us  made  known 

The  work  which  Thou  in  times  of  old. 
Even  in  their  days,  for  them  hast  done. 


Planting  Thy  chosen  in  their  stead. 
The  nations  Thou  afflicted  hast ; 
Thine  own  to  multiply  hast  made. 


PSALM    XLIV.  259 

Not  by  their  sword  the  land  they  got, 

Nor  by  their  arm  salvation  came : 
Thy  hand  it  was,  Thine  arm.  Thy  face 

Of  light ;  because  Thou  lovedst  them. 

Thou  art  my  King,  O  God  !     Send  help 

To  Jacob !  All  our  enemies 
Through  Thee  we  smite ;  and  through  Thy  name 

We  crush  those  that  against  us  rise. 

Not  in  my  bow  put  I  my  trust. 

Not  through  this  sword  deliverance  came ; 
'Tis  Thou  who  from  our  foes  hast  saved, 

And  all  our  haters  put  to  shame. 

In  God,  who  hath  done  all  for  us, 

In  God  we  glory  all  the  day  ; 
Unto  Thy  name,  O  Lord  our  God, 

We  will  give  praise  eternally. 

But  Thou  hast  cast  us  off,  and  shamed. 

No  longer  leading  our  array  : 
Back  from  the  foe  Thou  mak'st  us  turn ; 

Our  haters  take  us  for  their  prey. 


260  PSALM    XLIV. 

As  sheep  for  food  Thou  givest  us, 

And  scattered  us  on  heathen  ground ; 

Thy  people  Thou  hast  sold  for  nought, 
No  profit  by  their  price  hast  found. 

As  a  reproach  Thou  hast  us  set, 
A  scorn  and  jest  on  every  side ; 

A  byword  among  men  are  we, 
They  see  us  only  to  deride. 

Confusion  is  before  my  face, 

And  shame  hath  wholly  covered  me 

From  him  who  slanders  and  blasphemes, 
From  the  avenging  enemy. 

All  this  has  come  on  us,  0  Lord, 
Yet  have  we  not  forgotten  Thee, 

Nor  from  Thy  covenant  turned  aside 
To  falsehood  and  apostasy. 

Our  heart  has  not  gone  back ;  nor  turned 
Our  goings  from  Thy  ways  of  light. 

In  savage  hamits  Thou  smitedst  us, 

And  wrapt  us  in  death's  shade  of  night. 


PSALM    XLIV.  261 

If  we  the  name  of  God,  our  God, 

Forgotten  have,  or  stretched  our  hands 

To  idols,  shall  not  God  this  search  ? 
For  He  all  secrets  understands. 

Truly  for  Thy  name's  sake,  O  Lord, 
All  the  day  long  to  death  we're  driven  ; 

And  counted  by  our  enemies 

A  flock  of  sheep  to  slaughter  given. 

Arise  !    Why  sleepest  Thou,  O  Lord  ? 

Awake !  for  ever  leave  us  not : 
Oh  wherefore  hidest  Thou  Thy  face  ? 

Hast  Thou  our  grief  and  woe  forgot  ? 

Our  soul  is  to  the  dust  bowed  down. 
Our  body  cleaveth  to  the  ground : 

Arise !  give  help,  and  us  redeem. 
Because  Thy  mercies,  Lord,  abound. 


262  PSALM    XL VI. 


PSALM  XLYI.! 

God  is  for  us  a  refuge  and  a  strength, 
A  very  present  help  in  troublous  days  ; 

And  therefore  will  we  never  be  afraid, 

Even  when  the  earth  is  shaken  to  its  base. 

Yea,  when  the  mighty  mountains  shall  be  swept 

Into  the  depths  of  the  devouring  sea ; 
When  vexed  and  troubled  are  its  swelling  streams, 

And  mountains  with  its  heavings  shivered  be. 

Kiver,  whose  streams  God's  city  shall  make  glad ! 

O  holy  dwelling  of  the  Highest  One ; 
God  in  the  midst  of  her !  she  cannot  move  ! 

Yea,  God  her  help  when  the  great  morn  shall  dawn ! 

The  heathen  raged,  and  moved  the  kingdoms  were  ; 

His  voice  He  uttered,  earth  did  melt  away. 
The  Lord,  the  Lord  of  hosts  is  with  us  still. 

And  Jacob's  God  our  refuge  and  our  stay. 

1  For  Psalm  xlv.,  see  3d  Series  of  Hijmns  of  Faith  and  Hope. 


PSALM    XLYII.  263 

Come,  see  Jehovah's  works  !    What  ruin  He 

Brings  on  the  earth !   All  wars  throughout  He  stays ; 

He  breaks  the  bow,  the  spear  in  sunder  cuts, 
The  chariot  ogives  to  the  consumino-  blaze. 

Be  still,  and  know  that  I  am  God  !     Among 

The  heathen  will  I  sit  in  majesty ; 
Throughout  the  limits  of  the  utmost  earth 

Will  I,  Jehovah,  be  exalted  high. 

Jehovah,  He  Himself  is  on  our  side  ; 

The  Lord  of  hosts  abideth  with  us  aye ; 
The  mighty  God  of  Jacob,  He  it  is 

Who  is  alone  our  refuge  and  our  stay. 


PSALM   XLVn. 

Oh  clap  your  hands,  ye  nations  all ; 

Shout  unto  God  with  voice  of  mirth  ! 
The  Lord  most  High  is  terrible. 

Great  King  is  He  o'er  all  the  earth. 


264  PSALM   XL VII. 

He  breaks  the  nations  under  us, 
The  people  all  beneath  our  feet ; 

Our  heritage  for  us  He  chose, 

Of  Jacob  whom  He  loved,  the  seat. 

God  with  a  shout  ascends  the  throne, 
Jehovah  with  the  trumpet's  voice ; 

Sing  psalms  to  God,  sing  psalms,  sing  psalms, 
Before  our  King  with  psalms  rejoice. 

For  Iving  of  all  the  earth  is  God, 
A  psalm  of  wisdom  sing,  oh  sing ; 

God  o'er  the  nations  reigns,  God  sits 
Upon  His  holy  throne  as  King. 

Princes  of  nations  gathered  are. 

Of  Abraham's  God  the  tribes  draw  nigh. 

To  God  belong  the  shields  of  earth, 
And  greatly  is  He  set  on  high. 


PSALM    XLVIII.  265 


PSALM   XLVni. 

Jehovah,  great  is  He  ! 

The  mighty  praise  is  His, 
Within  the  city  of  our  God, 

His  hill  of  holiness. 

O  beautiful  of  place, 

The  gladness  of  all  lands,  — 
Thou  Zion  hill ;  ye  slopes  of  north,  - 

The  great  King's  city  stands  ! 

God  in  her  palaces 

Is  known  for  rock  and  stay ; 
For,  lo  !  the  kings,  against  her  met, 

Together  passed  away. 

They  saw,  and  as  they  gazed 

They  marvelled  at  the  sight ; 
Troubled  and  terror-smitten,  they 
Betook  themselves  to  flight. 
12 


266  PSALM    XLVIII. 

Fear  seized  upon  them  there ! 

Like  travail-jDangs  their  thrall ; 
And  with  Thy  east  wind  Thou  hast  wrecked 

The  ships  of  Tarshish  all. 

That  which  our  ears  have  heard, 
Thou  to  our  eyes  hast  showed, 

Within  Thy  city,  Lord  of  hosts, 
The  city  of  our  God. 

God  will  establish  her. 

For  aye  her  bulwark  prove ; 
And  in  Thy  courts,  O  God,  have  we 

Made  mention  of  Thy  love. 

As  is  Thy  name,  so  is 

Thy  praise  through  earth  abroad ; 
And  full  of  glorious  righteousness 

Is  Thy  right  hand,  0  God. 

Let  Zion  hill  rejoice. 

Let  Judah's  daughters  praise. 
Because  of  all  Thy  judgments.  Lord, 

Thy  true  and  righteous  ways. 


PSALM    XLIX.  267 

Compass  ye  Zion  round ! 

And  number  ye  her  forts  ; 
Note  well  her  bulwarks  and  her  towers, 

Mark  ye  her  royal  courts. 

That  ye  may  tell  it  all 

To  ages  yet  to  come  ; 
This  God,  our  God  for  evermore. 

Will  guide  us  o'er  the  tomb. 


PSALM  XLIX. 

Hear  this,  ye  people  all, 

Ye  dwellers  on  earth's  sphere. 

Sons  of  the  low,  sons  of  the  high,^ 
Both  rich  and  poor,  give  ear. 

Of  wisdom  and  of  truth 

The  words  my  mouth  shall  fill ; 
The  musings  of  my  heart  shall  be 

Of  imderstanding  still. 

1  See  Hebrew. 


268  PSALM   XLIX. 

To  parable  and  song 
Mine  ear  I  will  apply, 

And  on  my  liarj)  will  I  unfold 
Thy  words  of  mystery. 

They  trust  in  wealth,  they  boast 
Of  riches  ;  yet  who  can 

With  all  their  gold  in  any  wise 
Redeem  a  brother  man  ? 

(For  ransom-price  to  God 
Their  gold  availeth  not. 

Too  precious  the  redemption  is,  — 
Too  costly  to  be  bought.) 

Which  of  all  these  the  life 
Immortal  can  bestow,  — 

To  save  his  fellow-man,  that  he 
Should  no  corruption  know  ? 

He  sees  the  wise  man  die, 
And  the  fool  pass  away, 

Forsaking  all  their  substance  here, 
For  others  to  make  way. 


PSALM    XLIX.  269 

Houses  and  dwellings  all 

From  aoje  to  aoje  the  same 
Shall  be,  they  think  in  heart ;  their  lands 

By  their  own  names  they  name. 

Yet  man  m  honor  placed, 

Abideth  not  a  day  ; 
But  like  the  cattle  of  the  field, 

He  passes  hence  away. 

Such  is  their  course  on  earth, 

Such  is  their  foolish  way  ; 
Yet  those  who  after  them  arise 

Delight  in  what  they  say. 

On  to  the  grave  like  sheep 

They  pass,  of  death  the  prey ; 
The  righteous  in  the  coming  mom 

Shall  over  them  have  sway. 

Their  beauty  in  the  grave 

Shall  lie,  and  there  consume ; 
God  from  the  grave  redeems  my  soul, 

He  plucks  me  from  the  tomb. 


270  PSALM    XLIX. 

Then  fear  not  when  a  man 
With  riches  great  shall  be, 

Or  when  the  glory  of  liis  house 
Increases  mightily. 

He  dies,  and  nothmg  takes 
Of  all  he  here  shall  have  ; 

Nor  shall  his  glory  after  him 
Descend  into  the  grave. 

In  life  he  blest  his  soul, 
A  happy  man  was  he ; 

And  so,  when  thou  art  prosperous. 
Men  will  speak  well  of  thee. 


There  shall  he  gathered  be ; 
But  never,  never  more  shaU  they 
The  light  of  morning  see. 

Man,  though  in  honor  placed, 

Kefiises  to  be  wise ; 
And  thus,  like  cattle  of  the  field, 

He  perishes  and  dies. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


PAGE 

Acquaint  th^-self  with  God 69 

Age  of  the  ages 165 

All  night  upon  the  city- wall 92 

Among  the  many,  I  am  lost  and  weary 51 

As  pants  for  water-brooks  the  hart 255 

Ascribe  je  strength  to  God 67 


Bnght  days,  we  need  you  in  a  world  like  this 224: 

Brothers,  wherefore  fear  ye  ?       183 

By  sleep  He  consecrated  sleep 89 

Come,  all  ye  nations,  utter  aU  your  praises 66 


Deep  calleth  unto  deep       150 

Do  not  slumber :  suns  are  shining 228 


Ere  long  we  shall  be  full ;  as  night  by  night 90 

Eternal  Father,  Gracious  One ,      74 


272  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Fair  world  of  earth,  and  air,  and  clouds,  and  sea 219 

Food  of  the  soul,  eternal  bread 132 

For  the  bread  and  for  the  wine 134 

For  the  first  time  I  see       152 

Fret  not  at  sinners !     Envy  not 239 

Give  thou  thy  youth  to  God       122 

Giver  of  rest 143 

God  is  for  us  a  refuge  and  a  strength 262 

Good  is  Tln^  will,  0  Lord,  and  good  Thy  way 131 

Good  night,  ve  gems  of  beauty 35 

Great  Lord  and  Master  of  the  temple,  come 184: 

He  died  to  live ;  for  Jesus  died       113 

He  must  increase,  and  I  decrease 206 

Hear  this,  ye  people  all 267 

Hem  of  the  seamless  robe 146 

Holy  Spirit,  spring  of  gladness 158 

I  am  crucified  with  Christ 188 

I  lay  up  treasure  in  the  heavens 61 

I  said,  I  will  keep  watch  upon  my  ways 247 

I  suffer,  that  I  may  behold,  when  pain 49 

I  was  in  love  with  hill  and  vale 108 

In  God,  your  God,  be  strong 196 

lu  the  death  of  Christ  I  die 174 

In  this  great  world  of  ours 212 

In  vain,  in  vain  with  human  love 117 

Is  good  or  evil  reigning  here 190 

It  draweth  near 9 


Jehovah,  great  is  He 265 

Jehovah,  in  Thy  wi'ath  rebuke  me  not 244 

Judge  me,  0  God,  my  God,  and  plead  my  cause 257 


INDEX.  273 

PAGE 

Keep  silence,  God  is  speaking 204 

King  of  kings !  ascend  Thy  throne 40 


Lead  us,  0  Lord,  to  Bethlehem 100 

Let  me  call  nothing  dark  or  ill 214 

Light  of  life,  so  softly  shining 118 

Light  of  the  world !     All  the  earth  is  waiting 64 

Long  ages  came  and  went 220 


My  mother  earth 41 

M}'  past,  0  Lord,  with  all  its  scenes 180 

My  tempted  soul,  arise  and  fight 176 


No  distance  now !  the  far  oflf  and  the  near 86 

Now  at  the  Father's  side 110 

0  blessed  he  who  on  the  poor  one  thinks 253 

O  clap  your  hands,  ye  nations  all 263 

0  early  saved 156 

O  ye  of  little  faith 78 

On  both  sides  is  my  anchor  firmly  cast 170 

On  his  Lord's  bosom  now 200 

One  year  is  gone ;  another  comes  instead 227 

Only  one  cross 151 

Out  in  the  dew  and  cold  He  stands 172 

Out  of  darkness  into  light         105 

Poor  stranger,  in  the  Master's  name 70 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  all  things  that  be 107 

Press  up  the  hill 215 

Quickly  bright  life  withers 97 

12*  B 


274  ■  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Kejoice,  my  soul,  the  Christ  has  come 181 

Risen  Son  of  God,  this  day 221 

Eock  of  the  desert,  pouring  still 57 


Shutin  with  God,  as  ill  His  tent 222 

Sing,  ancient  wind 120 

Sinks  the  swift  sun ;  yet  sinks  but  to  arise GO 

Speak  Thou  to  me,  O  Son  of  God 327 

Sunshine  of  God,  in  thee  m}'  soul 226 

Sure  anctior  of  the  soul 84 

Sure  the  record :  Christ  has  come 103 


Take  these  things  hence 53 

That  which  hath  been  is  now 82 

The  creeds  have  gone,  so  speaks  the  age 192 

The  crowd  sweeps  onward  still 47 

The  farewell  is  complete ;  the  grave 114 

The  Master  hath  His  word  fulfilled 186 

The  Master  saith,   "  My  time  is  now  at  hand  " 140 

The  old  is  better  than  the  new 55 

The  Son  of  God  descends 129 

The  time  is  short 210 

They  die,  and  die  not ;  theirs  is  life  in  death 102 

Thinner  and  thinner  grows  the  veil 198 

Three  hours  the  land  was  wrapt  in  gloom 75 

Thy  yoke !     All  other  yokes  are  hard 194 

Till  He  come  we  own  His  name 137 

'Tis  a  dead  world  through  which  I  walk 171 

To  my  beloved  ones  my  steps  are  moving 38 

Unbeginning  and  unending 223 

Unstable  age 160 

Up  to  the  fair  myrrh-mountain        31 

Upon  the  Rock  I  plant  my  foot 178 


INDEX.  275 

PAGE 

"Waiting,  I  waited  for  the  Lord 249 

"Watch,  for  ye  know  not  when  the  Master  cometh 216 

We  glory  only  in  the  cross 77 

We  with  our  ears  have  heard,  0  God 258 

We  yield  to  death :  the  fight  is  lost 72 

"What !     Know  ye  not 207 

When  it  is  well  with  thee  before  thy  God Ill 


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A  Storj.     By  A.  L.  O.  E.     $0.75. 

"  'A  Braid  of  Cords,'  a  series  of  simple  English  stories,  —a  sort  of  sweet- 
flowing  story-sermon,  in  which  the  beautiful  gospel-truth  is  the  root  out  of  which 
the  story  grows,  the  trellis  that  supports  it,  and  the  fruit  that  it  bears  when  the 
growth  is  completed." 

Claudia. 

A  Tale.     By  A.  L.  O.  E.     i8mo.     $0.75 

Squire  Dozvnin^s  Heirs. 
i6mo.     $1.25. 

Grandfather's  Nell. 

By  the  same  author.     $1.25. 

Margaret  RusseVs  School. 

By  the  same  author.     $1.25 


6  CARTERS'    NEW  BOOKS    FOR    THE    YOUNG. 

Busy  Bees  in  Margaret  RusseVs  School. 

By  the  same  author.     $1-25. 

"  A  book  for  parents  and  teachers  and  children.  Sunlight  plays  all  through 
it.  The  hfe  it  delineates  is  not  impracticable.  The  little  sewing-society,  the  boy 
whittlers,  the  snow-balls  turned  into  apples,  the  trials  and  triumphs  of  Hepsey, 
are  all  worth  reading  and  remembering." 

Down  the  Stefs. 

Bj  the  same  author.     $1.25. 

"  In  the  course  of  the  interesting  narrative  it  is  made  apparent  how  necessary 
it  is  for  young  persons  to  avoid  temptation,  how  swift  and  sure  are  the  downward 
steps  after  we  have  allowed  ourselves  to  take  the  first,  and  that  a  trustful  depend- 
ence upon  God  alone  can  keep  from  temptation  and  deliver  from  evil."  —  £>«- 
copal  Register. 

Conant  jFarm. 

By  the  same  author.    '$1.25. 

"A  domestic  story,  containing  a  great  variety  of  incident,  and  showhig  t'ae 
value  of  persistent  and  quiet  example  in  commending  religion  to  worldly  and  irre- 
ligious people."  —  6".  3".  Times. 

The  Ledgeside  Scries. 

Containing  the  last  six  books.     In  a  box.     $7.50. 

Grey  stone  Lodge. 

iSmo.     $0.50. 

"  Careless  Kate  and  slow  Bertie  are  well-drawn  characters." 

Herbert  Percy. 

A  Story  for  Boys.     $0.60. 

"  One  of  the  most  entertaining  books  for  boys.  It  is  rarely  we  see  a  story  a 
this  kind  so  carefully  written  and  so  faithfully  painted  to  the  truth." 

Lives  and  Deeds  Worth  Knowing  About. 

By  the  Rev.  W.  F.  Stevenson.     $i.2> 


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Our  Father  in  Heaven. 

Bj  the  Rev.  J.  H.  Wilson.     i6mo.     $1.25. 

"  We  have  read  a  number  of  volumes  explanatory  and  illustrative  of  the 
Lord's  Prayer,  but  the  one  before  us  is  the  very  best  for  the  young  we  have  ever 
examined.     It  is  full  of  life,  of  heart,  and  of  sense." 

The  Potato-Roaster^  and  Boy   Guardian. 

By  C.  E,  Bowen.    $0.60. 

"  As  recounting,  in  a  graphic  manner,  how  difHculties  are  and  may  be  over- 
con\e  by  the  strong  moral  purpose  and  earnest  determination  of  boys,  whom  temp- 
tations to  do  wrong  cannot  swerve  from  the  path  of  rectitude,  it  conveys  lessons 
calculated  to  help  and  strengthen  those  who  carefully  heed  them." 

Christie  Elwood  and  her^  Friends. 

i6mo.     $1.00. 

"A  deeply  interesting  story,  showing  how  all  can  set  forth  the  praises  of  Him 
who  has  called  them  out  of  darkness  into  His  marvellous  light." 

Clarie*s  Little   Charge. 

Bj  the  author  of  "Lonelj  Lily."     i8mo.     $0.50. 

Little  yack's  Four  Lessons.    $060. 

"  Miss  Warner  has  taken  it  in  hand  to  write  a  book  for  the  little  ones.  She 
has  taken  for  her  hero  '  Little  Jack '  at  his  first  entrance  into  the  Sunday  school,  and 
gives  his  first  four  lessons.  She  writes  as  charmingly  for  young  children  as  for 
larger  ones  or  adults."  —  .S".  S.  Times. 

Butt  erf. fs  Flights. 

By  the  author  of  the  "  Win  and  Wear  "  series.  6  vols,  in 
3.     In  a  box.     $2.25. 

1.  Mount  Mansfield.  4.  Montreal. 

2.  Saratoga.  5.  Sea  Sids. 

3.  Niagara.  6.  Philadelphia. 

The  volumes  are  not  sold  separately. 
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places  indicated  in  the  title  in  each  volume.     The  wonderful  thincjs  that  a  curious, 
impressible  child,  with  eyes  and  ears  wide  open,  saw  and  heai  d  and  felt  in  these 
tours,  are  related  in  a  sprightly,  delightful  style."  —  5".  S.  Ti-urs 


8  CARTERS'    BOOKS   FOR    THE    YOUNG. 

The  A.L.  O.  E.  Library. 

37  volumes,  uniform,  in  a  neat  wooden  case.     $28.00. 

•'  Who  shall  undertake  even  to  guess  how  many  young  minds  on  both  sides  of 
the  Atlantic  have  received  permanent  impulses  in  the  paths  of  virtue  and  piety, 
through  the  in.'.uence  of  the  charming  books  which  have  appeared  under  this  au- 
thorship."—  Christiaji  Times- 

The  Jewel  Case, 

Bj  the  Rev.  Richard  Newton,  D.D.  6  vols.  In  a  box. 
Illustrated.    $7.50. 

The  volutnes  are  sold  separately,  viz. : 

King's  Highway $1.25 

Best  Things ^ 1.25 

Safe  Compass 1.23 

Bible  Blessings 1.25 

Great  Pilot 1.25 

Bible  Jewels 1.23 

"  The  origin  of  this  series  of  juvenile  books,  its  gradual  accumulation,  and 
steady  increase  in  popularity  and  esteem,  are  well  known.  By  the  same  diligence, 
should  God  spare  the  laborer,  other  caskets  will  be  filled  with  gems  from  the  same 
mines  of  truth. 

"  Whether  in  the  parlor,  in  the  library,  or  in  the  lecture-desk,  we  are  confi- 
dent these  good  books  cannot  be  out  of  place."  —  Episcopalian. 

By  the  Rev.  Dr.  Newton. 

Bible  Wonders 5i-25 

Rills  from  the  Fountain  of  Life 1.25 

The  Jewish  Tabernacle       1.73 

The  Giants,  and  how  to  fight  Them 0.60 

The   Golden  Ladder  Scries. 

Bj  the  author  of  "  Drayton  Hall  "  series.  6  vols.  In  a  box. 
$3.00. 

"  These  little  books  are  perfect  gems.  They  are  beautifully  bound  and  illus- 
trated. Each  volume  has  for  its  motto  a  petition  of  the  Lord's  Prayer,  and  the 
object  of  the  volume  is  to  explain  and  illustrate  that  petition  by  a  story.  The  titles 
of  the  different  volumes  are  :  Nettie's  Mission,  Little  Margery,  Margery's  City 
Home,  The  Crossing  Sweeper,  Rosy  Conroy's  Lessons,  Ned  Dolan's  Garret.  We 
wish  that  we  could  put  a  box  of  this  Golden  Ladder  series  in  the  homes  of  all  our 
young  readers.  How  their  eyes  would  sparkle  as  they  saw  the  beautiful  pictures, 
and  read  the  beautiful  stories  1 "  —  Christum  Herald. 


CARTERS'    BOOKS    FOR    THE     YOUNG. 


332  tfje  ^utfjor  of  tfje  **(^nlUen  EaUlrcc''  Smcs. 

N'ellie^s  Stimibllnsc  Block. 
i6mo.    $1.25. 

Susys  Sac7^ifice, 
i6mo.     $1.25. 

The  Green  Afountain  Stories. 

By  the  author  of  "Win  and  Wear."  5  vols.  In  a  box. 
$6.00. 

The  volumes  are  sold  separately^  z'iz. :  — 

Binding  the  Sheaves $1-25 

Weighed  in  the  Balance 1.25 

Edged  Tools 1.25 

Girding  on  the  Armor 1.25 

Robert  Linton 1.25 

"  These  volumes  are  from  the  pen  of  one  of  the  most  gifted  and  useful  of  our 
writers  for  the  young.  The  stories  they  contain  are  interesting  and  instructive. 
The  vivacity  of  their  style  and  excellence  of  their  reading  will  make  them  wel- 
come additions  to  our  Sabbath  hterature.  They  are  put  up  in  a  neat  box."  — 
Chrisiian  Intelligejicer. 

Little  Kittys  Library. 

6  vols.     i8mo.     In  a  box.     $3.00. 
The  Lily  Series. 

By  Mrs.  Sherwood.     6  vols.     In  a  box.     $2.00. 

"  There  are  no  better  stories  for  the  young  than  Mrs.  Sherwood's.  We  have 
i  very  vivid  and  delightful  recollection  of  them,  as  we  read  and  enjoyed  them  in 
oar  boyhood."  —  Christian  Herald. 

The  Rainbow  Series. 

By  the  Rev.  P.  B.  Power.     5  vols.    In  a  box.    Comprising 

Last  Shilling.  Fagot  of  Stories. 

Three  Cripples.  Stamp  on  it,  John. 

Two  Brothers. 

S  vols.    $3.00. 


lO  CARTERS*    BOOKS   FOR    THE    YOUNG. 


Little  JEffie's  Ho  vie. 

By  the  author  of  "  Bertie  Lee,"  "  Donald  Fraser,"  &c. 
4  Illustrations.     $1.25. 

"  This  story  is  very  gracefully  told."  —  Presbyterian. 
"  An  excellent  book  for  the  young."  —  Evangelist. 
"A  lively  story,  such  as  children  relish." —  T.  L.  C. 

Donald  Fraser. 

A  Story.  By  the  author  of  "Bertie  Lee,"  "Little  Effie," 
«&c.     i6mo.     $i.(X). 

•'  One  of  tha  best  religious  books  we  have  read  in  many  a  day.  It  combines, 
wfth  a  wise  policy,  solid  Bible  instruction  with  an  entertaining  narrative  of  the 
life  and  adventures  of  Donald  Fraser,  the  hero  of  the  book." — Missionary 
Transcript. 

The  Win  and    Wear  Series, 

6  vols.     In  a  neat  box.     $7.50. 

The  vohtmes  are  sold  separately,  viz. :  — 

Win  and  Wear $1.25 

Tony  Starr 1.25 

Faithful  and  True 1.25 

Ned's  Motto 1.25 

Turning  a  New  Leaf 1.25 

My  New  Home 1.25 

Ministering  Children  Library. 

Containing  "  Ministering  Children"  and  Sequel.  4  vois. 
iSmo.     In  a  box.     $3.00. 

Ministering  Children,     i  vol.  i2mo $1.50 

Sequel  to  Ministering  Children,     i  vol.  i2mo 1.50 

They  tell  of  children  who  minister  to  the  happiness  and  comfort  of  those  about 
them;  of  children  that  bring  relief  to  the  poor,  joy  to  the  sad,  and  sympathy  to 
the  afflicted,  by  their  loving  deeds  and  gentle  words ;  of  children  that  are  youthful 
reformers ;  and  of  the  blessings  that  children,  by  such  ministries  of  love  and  charity 
may  bestow. 


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The  "  Word''  Scries, 

Bj  the  authors  of  the  "Wide  Wide  World,"  "Dollars  and 
Cents,"  &c. 

Walks  from  Eden J1.50 

The  House  of  Israel 1.50 

The  Star  out  of  Jacob 1.50 

Other  vohanes  preparing. 


"  The  present  work  is  an  attempt  to  bring  out  into  strong  relief  before  the 
imagination  the  great  facts  of  the  Bible  stoiy.  The  wish  has  been,  so  to  set  forth 
the  Bible  incidents  and  course  of  history,  with  its  train  of  actors,  as  to  see  them 
in  the  circumstances  and  coloring,  the  light  and  shade,  of  their  actual  existence. 
The  work  is  well  done.  It  shows  study  and  research,  and  has  thrown  around  it 
the  charms  of  a  vivid  imagination,  which  will  make  the  study  inviting  to  the 
young.     We  commend  it  most  cordially."  —  ^.  S.  Tunes. 


Ellen  Montgomery's  Bookshelf. 

By  the  authors  of  the  "Wide  Wide  World,"  "Dollars  and 
tents."     5  vols.     In  a  box.     $5.00. 

**  These  are  delightful  books,  with  the  character  of  which  the  great  public  of 
young  readers  and  their  friends  are  already  acquainted.  Full  of  the  spirit  of  a 
pure  domestic  life,  and  with  the  religious  element  gently  and  persuasively  wrought 
in,  and  not  at  all  in  that  lumpy  state  which  is  so  alarming  to  children,  who  always 
skip  round  such  nodules  of  goodness,  these  books  are  just  the  thing  for  the  family. 
They  are  sure  to  be  read,  and  surely  as  they  are  read,  good  is  done."  —  Lutheran. 


Agate  Stories, 

Bj  the  author  of  the  "Basket  of  Flowers."     i6mo.  $1.25. 

"  The  name  of  the  author  of  the  '  Basket  of  Flowers '  must  go  far  to  com- 
mend them  ;  and  no  one  can  read  them  without  being  charmed  with  the  discovery 
of  the  same  winning  tenderness,  the  genial  simplicity,  the  gi-aphic  power,  the 
attractive  exhibitions  of  purity  and  truth  and  piety,  that  so  strongly  mark  the  '  Bas- 
ket of  Flowers,'  and  have  maintained  its  undjring  popularity  both  among  parents 
and  children."  —  Lutheran 


12  CARTERS'    BOOKS   FOR    THE    YOUNG. 

Azmt  Mildreds  Legacy $1.2., 

Battles  Wo7'th  Fighting 1.25 

Book  and  its  Stoi-y i.^o 

Book  of  Animals 0.75 

Bunyan''s  Pilgrim^ s  Progress 1.25 

Claude  the   Colporteur . 1.25 

Cripple  of  Antioch 1.21; 

Fanny  and  her  Afamma o.y*) 

Father   Clement i.oo 

Golden  Fleece.    ByA.  L.O.  E i.oo 

Hamilton's  Pearl  of  Parables 1.25 

Hebrew  Heroes,    ByA. L.O. E 1.50 

Helena's  Household 2.00 

yames'  Toung  Man's  Friend 1.25 

fames'   Toung   Woman's  Friend 1.25 

fulia,    The 1.50 

Little  Annie's  First  Book 0.60 

Little  Annie's  Second  Book .  0.60 

Little  Lessons 0.75 

Little  Drofs  of  Rain i.oo 

Luther  (^Martin),  Story  of 1.25 

Macduff's  Footsteps  of  Paul 1.50 

Macduff's  Story  of  Bethlehem i.oo 

Mackay's    Wy cliff tes 1.25 


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